So here we are at the lake, her and me. The game’s on the radio, but we’ve got are own game in the back seat of the car. She’s sitting there so demurely, and I want her so badly, I’m just gonna go for it…

”...This boy can really fly! He’s rounding first and really turning it on now, he’s trying for second; Here’s the throw, and what a throw! He’s gonna slide in head first, he’s out! No, wait, safe – safe at second base Batter steps up to the plate; here’s the pitch – he’s going, and what a jump he’s got, he’s trying for third, here’s the throw – its in the dirt – safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He’s taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try to pick him off. The pitcher winds, and it’s bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, it’s gonna be close! Here’s the throw, here’s the play at the plate, holy cow, I think he’s gonna make it!”

As I go in to make my move, I’m aware of the announcer and I think, Is he talking about baseball or this game?