He watched the phone ring, her number on the display. He still harbored some resentment. Plus, there were two on in the bottom of the ninth.

The shoes made his feet look big but that’s what he wanted. He went out, tried his luck. And stumbled about like a drunk in his giant shoes.

He had mastered the art of flirting in hotel bars. Of convincing women that he was someone. Of being alone in his room with the pay per view