Del grabbed his mitt and trotted onto the field. He wasn’t expecting playing time this afternoon, part of the deal when you’re backing up to one of the greats.
But the heckler in the outfield stands wouldn’t give it a rest. He’d been yelling for three innings straight. Typical New Yorker.
So, their hothead in centerfield jumped into the stands and beat the guy senseless. Didn’t matter that the fan was missing one hand and some fingers on the other. Typical Ty.
“They’re gonna fine you. Probably suspend you too,” Del said, jogging past the legend.
“Worth it,” Ty growled.
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