The Fan

Brian and his friend Josh were warming up before a high school baseball game. The team is doing really good this year, you think. If we can win our last two games we make the playoffs and have a chance at State. That would be really cool for your senior year.

"Hey Brian, looks like you got a fan." Josh says pointing behind you. You turn to look and there's a small blond headed kid standing by the fence staring at you. He couldn't be more then five or six years old.

"Hey kid."

"You're pretty good."

"I like to think so."

"How do you know which hand to throw with?"

"I'm right handed so that's the one I use."

"I don't know which one to use. My dad says I'm ambi... ambi..."

"Ambidextrous?"

"Yeah, that's the word."

"Use the one you feel most comfortable with."

"Ok."

"Justin!" You both look to see where the yell was coming from. There's a blond women over there motioning for someone to come over.

"That's my mom. I got to go." He turns to leave.

"Hey kid. Wait a second." You walk over to the ball bag and take a baseball out. You toss it over the fence near him so he can catch it. "So you can practice throwing."

The young mans blue eyes light up with the gift. "Gee thanks mister."

"My name's Brian."

"Thanks Brian."

You watch the kid take off and excitedly show his gift to his mom. They turn to leave but you see Justin turn back and wave one last time before he leaves.

Cute kid, you think to yourself. I bet he grows up to be a little heartbreaker.

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