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Fiction Foundry 12

Despite his total lack of anything approaching an interest in sports, Mike was decent in math.  It seemed to him the calculus of the situation was pretty straightforward:  attractive new girl + weirdo brother + Mike = Mike Carson for the Win!

"Oh, ummm...actually, Mrs. Potain, I don't like most sports...but I'm a huge baseball fan."

"Really, well that's fabulous, isn't it kids?"

Big Mike cocked an eyebrow and shot his son a "be-careful-what-you're-getting-yourself-into" look.

"Who's your favorite MLB team?" Mary quizzed.

"I...uh...don't really have one. I mean, how can you pick just one, right?"

"Mine's the Cardinals," the girl announced in an authoritative staccato.  "Who do you think is the best pitcher in the league this season?"

The noose was tightening.  Just when it looked as if Mike was going to get busted, he was saved by the beaming Pastor Leedle.

"Looks like you folks are closing down the church today!  I guess fellowship is alive and well." The portly cleric waddled up, light reflecting off of his shiny bald head.

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