I hadn’t seen him in ten years and I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever really known him at all. If more time passes by than the length of time that you knew someone, does the clock start ticking backwards? I sat halfway up in the bleachers, blending in with the crowd. He stood on the third base line, hand on his hip, motioning wildly with the other hand to the batter. He had put on weight and as he stepped closer to third base, I saw that he had developed a bit of a limp.