"Oh, goody! That's where the circus is!"
"And Jungle Gardens!" Tim said.
"When do we leave?" Jamie asked.
"Have to be invited first," I said.
My wife looked at me.
"You will be, won't you?" she asked.
"Don't have to be," I said. "They can release me anytime they like. They don't owe you anything, you know. When a pitcher has a poor season the year before, he never knows." My 1963 season had not been stellar by relief-pitching standards, but it had not been particularly bad, either.
"But Daddy, you had a good year," Tim said. "The White Sox finished second!"
"That should make them happy," Anne said.
"No," I said. "Finishing second makes them sad."