"Michael is that you?" Ken wasn't sure, but this was the name that came to the forefront of his mind. The kid who had asked him for an autograph many years ago.
The teen's eyes lit up as if he had just heard the best thing in the world. "You remembered me!" he said, tears misting his eyes.
Ken reached over the barricade and ruffled his hair, feeling a sense of warmth after seeing the kid once again. "Of course I would remember my number 1 fan." He said. "Are you still playing baseball?"
He nodded, much like a child.
"Good. I'm glad you never gave up." Ken added, taking his hand back. "Wait, aren't you from LA? What are you doing here?"
"He's here to see you obviously." Latrell said with a laugh.
"You're right, that was a silly question. You've picked some good seats, I'm playing in the right outfield today until the later innings." Ken said with a grin. "Let's all catch up after the game, my treat."
