I turned to my left and—holy shit—my cousin Wes was grinning beside me. He’d clearly just left baseball practice (not surprising since he ate/slept/breathed baseball), because he was wearing grass-stained baseball pants, a T-shirt with the sleeves hacked off, and a backward Cubs hat, and he still had eye black smeared on his face.
WESSYYYYY
— Dec 07, 2025 08:53AM
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