” Jake picked up the tv remote and turned it to the basketball game. “Yeah, they just came out of halftime. Nice.” Jake looked over at the d...or and saw Danielle’s shopping bags. “Dani must be home,” Jake said.“You don’t think she’ll mind if we watch the rest of the game, do you?” the stranger asked.“I doubt it. Lemme find out.” Jake sat down on the couch and yelled, “Dani, you home?”“I’m on the computer,” Dani yelled back.“Do you mind if we watch the rest of this basketball game?” Jake. He winked at me and handed me the ball. "Here you go sexy" he said as heran off to the visitor's dugout. My heart was beating like crazy whichmade me jump a little when Jackson sat down next to me and asked "Areyou alright?" Yes, I'm fine. That guy just saved me face" I said with my heartracing."That was a close one. Sorry I wasn't here to catch it for you or keepyou safe," Jackson said, as if he could have done more. He acted like Iwas in a war and needed protecting."I'm ok, you get my foam. "You think anyone chooses to be a Red Sox fan?" I snorted. "You don't choose it, you're born into it. It's hereditary. It's part and parcel of being from Boston. If you're Boston born and bred, you're either a Red Sox fan, or you don't like baseball-or you're a damn traitor. If you're from Boston and you root for any other baseball team other than the Red Sox; well, it's like being an American watching the Olympics and rooting for Russia. In fact, it's worse than that."I took a breath. "In. I was at a loss for a response, but gave her a quick hug back, as I usually do. But, instead of breaking away after only a few moments, she continued to hold me for quite a while. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't interfere, figuring she was trying to make amends and demonstrate that she was no longer angry with me. Of course, after a bit it becomes like the young man in the back of the theater, her arm must have fallen asleep by then, but when I asked her about it she told me it was the.