And then there's baseball. Father; son; Michael's mom, Toni; and little brother Dawuan come upon the youth league diamonds that Michael once ruled. Toni can't help but begin an incantation: "Batter, batter, batter, swing! Strike 'em out, Mike!"
There's something unfinished about Michael and baseball. The Bushes leave the specifics unsaid, but there's a vague reference to how a certain season ended. Something about a trip to Frankfort, the state tournament—in any case, a loss.
"I'm going to give baseball a shot, just to see if I still have it," Michael says. "I'm going to have fun. I'm only going to be a senior in high school once."
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