All of this, of course, was familiar to me from television, but seeing the park in person gave me a thrill. It reminded me of the first time I'd been ...o a major league ballpark -- it had been Wrigley Field in Chicago and I had been a little kid, maybe eleven years old. The experience had knocked my socks off like nothing I'd ever seen. I had felt like I was in a cathedral.There was only one Wrigley Field, and I'd seen several major league parks, and some pretty nice minor league parks, since. "It's just..." I was just playing. I didn't mean anything," I said,apologetically. I wanted to kill myself. "I'm sorry. Really."I started crying. I don't know why. I felt ridiculous."Don't be sorry. I gave as good as I got. It's just... Jesus,this is difficult," he said, looking down. "Just say it... It'sthat... well, I'm... well... I'm gay," he spat out."That's it?" I said, with a smile."That's it? That doesn't bother you?" No. So am I." What," he said, his jaw dropping. Then he laughed. "Jim. Particularly with Tanya belonging to another church altogether. After all, if I wanted to learn more about Jesus, all I had to do was go back to Sunday School. With Mrs. Jenkins.Tuesday also started out well. After spending my homeroom period with Pete in the office, a chat that seemed to please him even more than it pleased me, I got my "Obsession" paper back in English. Unlike all the other classes in which she had returned our work, Mrs. Palmer waited until the very end of class to pass out. There we found him a nice looking shirt with the school logo and colors. Ginger asked if she could stop in at a shoe store she saw and look for a pair of tennis shoes she could wear when she was helping me out in the field. I pulled into the shoe store she pointed out and went in to look for some shoes. There was a young guy, probably early twenties at the checkout and an older man down one of the aisles stocking shoes. We were the only ones in the store and Ginger looked at me with a.