this morning #693.

this morning, he screamed down at his idol from the stands. repeated cries of ecstasy for the mustachioed man he’d seen on tv hundreds of times. it blew his tiny mind to find that he was RIGHT THERE, a mere ten feet from someone who consistently dazzled folks both on the field & on tik tok. after some rather sustained shouting, his high pitched howls finally caught the attention of the multi-millionaire down there who, in his mind, he’d made into a model of perfection. the man looked up at him & tossed him a sly grin & a wink. though he would’ve preferred that he’d tossed him an autographed ball, their brief exchange would still be a story he’d end up telling to his grandkids forty years from now.