The Pitcher's Assistant

“Cort!” Shout the reporters in front of the stage, where my induction ceremony is taking place. “Mulloy!”

It’s been a year since I’ve had to participate in press conferences. To put it mildly, I didn’t miss them. At all. I’m still as private as they come. Even more so now that I have a family to protect. I just want to get them home and my wife into bed, so I can blow her mind. Maybe see about that third child I’ve been trying to convince her to have.

I lean toward the microphone. “I’m only taking three questions.” I give Pippa a meaningful look and her eyes shine back at me, flooding me with affection so thick, I can barely breathe through it. “That’s brought me the best kind of luck in the past.”

THE END