Excerpt: No Easy Return

“Buffalo? Buffalo! Get your ass up here.” Everyone burst out laughing. He was asleep again. He made a funny sight sleeping in the corner of the dug out. His softball hat was pulled down over his eyes and he was leaning heavily face-first on the fence. By the way his mouth was opened, he had to be snoring. You could tell how late in the game by how awake my dad was. Usually by the bottom of the fourth, the beers had set in enough that he was able to get comfortable in the shade and snooze. The customary fifth inning snore. This was the cheap fifth inning entertainment. He thought it was as funny as just about anyone else. At least he would when he woke up with his tattooed fence face. He would have to wake up. They needed him to bat. Someone would go startle him after they stopped laughing...