But then he started to lose his shoes, dropping them under the bleachers. And then he began drifting in and out of the game, alternating between being bored and jumping up and down as the Tigers almost pulled it out late. And then he struggled to walk all the way to Flat Branch for a late dinner.
And when the food finally got to our table – it was 11:30 at this point – the game was up. Not one bite of chicken made it past his lips.
