I pulled into the lot at Frisch’s and we got out of the car and went inside to meet Tracey and Marty for lunch. Stephanie was right — Tracey had l...st some weight and was dressed in a very cute blouse and jeans. She was indeed looking very good. Marty also looked like he was in better shape.“You two are looking pretty good!”“We’re exercising together,” Marty said. “We’ve each lost about ten pounds and have better muscle tone.”“Cool. You guys seem to be doing really well,” I said.“We are!” Tracey. “She’s sixteen. You can go to jail for the other ones, married or not.” I plugged my iPhone into my docked laptop, pulled up a good picture of me and Haley at the wedding.“Oh, shit, Bill. She’s precious. “Who’s the old bastard standing there with ‘er?”“Asshole. But yes, that’s my new wife.” Haley standing there, serene little smile, that blue dress, the wreath of tiny white flowers crowning the perfectly brushed, shiny brown hair.“I wanna see!” came a feminine voice as one of our analysts comes. They had just finished lunch at a small sidewalk cafe and were making small talk as the busboy cleared the table. Katie's eyes followed the young man's body as he walked back into the cafe."What a cute ass," She whispered to herself, forgetting for a moment her mother's presence.She was sure her mother hadn't heard her, she was busy watching him walk away too."I'd like to fuck him."Katie's mouth dropped open at her mother's statement."Mother!" She said in shock.Then they both laughed.They were. We stayed in bottom-of-the-barrel motels, two men to a room, $38 a pop -- special group rate. When we weren't on the ball field, there was nothing to do but watch television or drink beer -- or, if you were really feeling festive -- both.But we came home with filthy road uniforms, one more kid who had just lost his virginity a thousand miles from his home state of Wyoming, and seven more wins.The Baby Birds were in first place!My road dispatches to the Orioles brass in Baltimore were more.