Definition of a Friend

But no self-respecting Orioles fan could hear that Frank was on the TV and not turn it on. So he did. A few minutes later the camera showed Earl. We shared our delight. After chatting for half an hour, including our usual argument over some piece of Orioles trivia, this time over whether Dempsey did (he did, I saw it!) or did not ever perform his rain delay home run act at Memorial Stadium, we hung up and went about our nights. For my part, I turned off the All Star game in the fifth inning to read and went to bed at a fairly reasonable hour. Somewhere in a small city in Ohio, my friend was sucked into watching a game he never intended to watch that lasted fifteen innings until 2:00 a.m. on a work night.

I chuckle with self-satisfaction. That’s what a real friend is. A real friend helps you overcome your baseball apathy even at the cost of your job performance. (Plus, that’s what he gets for not trusting my Orioles authority.)

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