“Hey, ump,” rang a voice in my ear during the third quarter. “It’s time.”
Stunned, I hesitated before breaking for the tunnel.
A familiar voice echoed over the crowd.
“Is she coming?”
I raised a triumphant fist in the air, beaming as I left.
An Uber was waiting outside. Nice guy. I was in a hurry. He wasn’t. I left him a good tip anyway.
I don’t know which team hoisted the trophy that day, but it doesn’t matter. I got my seven pound prize.