"A grand slam home run, folks! With a single swat of the bat, Rusty McCormick has won the World Series for the Eunice Eagles! Quite a comeback for the home town team."
Arms raised, Rusty trots the bases, the crowd on its feet chanting.
Granny, hands on her hips, stands staring.
"Did'yu just toss another ball over the fence? Lord o'mighty, boy...what'd my gonna do with you?" She shakes her head. "Well, go on...git your hands washed...time for supper."
Rusty nods, spins his wheelchair around, and heads across the porch for the door.