“Have you ever felt like there is a different you watching you as you do things? Like you’re doing the things. BUt, You’re also watching yourself do them,” asks Dante shielding his eyes from the setting sun’s light with his first baseman’s glove.
“Dude why are you talking to me?” asks number 22 Reinhart slowly edging away from the base.
“Well, you came to my base. So I get to ask you trippy questions,” answers Dante.
The pitch is thrown, swing, and a miss. The umpire shouts “sSSTRIKE” 95 ft. away.
“Welcome back. Mr. Reinhart is it? Have you ever felt like you’re watching yourself do something?” Dante asked again as number 22 established his lead. “What’s your answer Dante asked.
“I dunno, maybe,” Reinhart said with a shrug.
“What did you see yourself do?” Dante asks staring at his opponent.
Phil the pitcher looks over to first. The ball flies straight to the catcher’s mitt. “Sssstiiiriiike,,, TwOO!.” shouts the umpire. The crowd applauds.
Dante impatiently clears his throat, “What did you see?” as 22 approached the base.
“I saw myself fucking your Mom,” Reinhart says as he steps away.
“That’s not fair. Now I have to actually fuck your sister,” says Dante.
Turning to face him 22 says, “Dude, what is your problem?”
“Strike 3,” in the distance.
Dante puts up his glove, catches, “No, problem,” tags him. “I’m going to fuck your sister, and you’re out. Later,” Dante says before, tossing the ball at the mound.
“That’s the game,” shouts the umpire. The crowd erupts!
The Diablo’s come together on the first baseline to celebrate. Hoots and hollers of all sorts flow throughout the celebration.
Dante took Sarah Reinhart to his sophomore prom.
She statutorily raped him that evening. Sarah was twenty-one and he was 15. He planned it.