Take Me Out to the Ball Game

royals stadium

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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A ball game’s a ball game even at “The K” in Kansas City.

Jeff scored a hot dog and watered-down beer and relaxed back into his seat. The Royals were playing against the Texas Rangers but that didn’t matter much to him. It was kind of strange to be watching baseball in February, but it was in the low 50s, so he thought a light jacket would do.

No one paid much attention to him unless he wanted them to, like the food vendor. Jeff had been dead for half a century but he still loved a good ball game.

I wrote this for the 24 February 2023 edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the inspiration for writing a story or poem of no more than 100 words. My word count is 100.

Of course I thought of baseball and looked up the stadium which is located in Kansas City, Missouri. They really are playing against the Rangers on the 24th and 25th for spring training.

Last week, I included a ghost in my wee tale, so I decided to include one today. Being dead doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a good hot dog and beer while watching baseball.

To read more of my work try my magical fantasy story “The Price” which is now available in the anthology Fantastic Schools Volume Six.

Chapter 2 of Frank and the Plot of the Hypnotizing Slime, which I wrote with my seven-year-old granddaughter is ready to read for free (eight chapters total).

Oh, to read other stories inspired by the challenge, go to inlinkz.

32 thoughts on “Take Me Out to the Ball Game

  1. I certainly wouldn’t want to diminish your fun in writing this cute story, but I have it on pretty reliable authority that “being dead [actually does] mean you can’t enjoy a good hot dog and beer while watching baseball.”. This does depend, of course, on what kind of “dead” is under consideration. Some might insist on a distinction between being “mostly dead” and “all dead”. Some exceptions might be made for the metaphorically or spiritually dead as distinct from the ontologically dead. Nonetheless, the enjoyment of attending a baseball game is probably beyond all of them. But, have it your own way, as you wish.


    • When my Dad died almost six years ago, my Mom said she could still feel his presence a little while afterward. My wife believes that a spirit takes time to say goodbye to their life before moving on. Jeff just hasn’t learned to let go yet.

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