Darryl couldn't understand why this strange grownup would be yelling for him. "Yeah you," Vintner said, waving at Darryl to come over to him. Darryl was reluctant. He looked around at his teammates for a support. Darryl had seen him before, the old, lone white man watching their games who never said anything. Darryl's teammates did their best to ignore Darryl's pleading gaze. As far as they were concerned, the weird white guy was Darryl's problem. "Come here kid," Vintner finally said, "I'm not going to bite." Darryl picked up his glove like a security blanket and began to walk slowly towards the fence. He didn't want to go over. He was hoping that the inning would end soon and he would be forced to go back into the field before he reached the fence but Henry, the number nine hitter, follo
