When Vintner got to the baseball fields at 10:30, Darryl was already there. Other than Darryl, the fields were empty. The first games didn't normally start until around noon and people didn't start showing up until around 11:00. Darryl had his baseball glove and he was wearing his baseball cap. He looked exactly the same as he did every other day when he came to the ball fields. Vintner had never seen him look any different. He had never seen Darryl without his baseball glove and his baseball hat. To Vintner they were as essential to who Darryl was as his face. "You plan on catching a foul ball?" Vintner shouted out to Darryl as he walked up towards the field. Darryl was in the outfield, throwing his baseball high into the air and catching it as if he were shagging fly balls. Darryl looked up when he heard Vintner's voice, causing him to misplay his last throw. It bounced off the end of Darryl's mitt and fell to the ground.
"Huh?" Darryl replied.