A Life on the Sidelines
The sky is gunmetal gray as I pull the blanket tighter around me. My fingertips are freezing in my thin gloves and I fumble as I pull on a rain poncho as the rain that has been threatening all morning finally starts to make good on its promises. My phone tells me that it is 44 degrees and that there are at least 25 minutes left in the game. Tomorrow, I …
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