Expos-Giants Game, September 4, 1988
It's a beautiful day in Montreal, somewhere late summer and early fall, and Meg and Laura take a long and meandering path from the cafe where the bar turned up today, around the city, and to the Stade Olympique.
Meg had no trouble getting tickets, and if they're not exactly the closest seats ever, they do have a nice view looking down over third base, and a good view of the whole field.
"I think we're over here."
Meg had no trouble getting tickets, and if they're not exactly the closest seats ever, they do have a nice view looking down over third base, and a good view of the whole field.
"I think we're over here."

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They're in the song and everything.
"So," Meg says, a moment later, once drinks and peanuts are obtained, and they're settled into their seats, "what do you think?"
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Beat.
"And crowded."
Comparatively.
"It would be difficult to adequately defend. If there was trouble."
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"But it is better to be prepared."
Some things X cannot quite help.
"You will not have anything? To eat."
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Meg shrugs. "I'll get crackerjacks when the right vendor wanders by," she says.
Meg opens her program and produces a pen.
"So the first game I ever went to with my father, in Detroit, before Toronto had a team, he started teaching me how to keep score. And I thought, if you wanted, I'd show you. It's a good way to follow the game and learn what everyone is doing and all that.
"If you like. It's not hard."
Especially for someone with Laura's memory.
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"That would be useful."
Beat.
"I have been to Detroit before. But not for baseball. You liked it?"
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Meg hands the program and the pen over to Laura, and gets her own.
"So first, when they announce the starting lineups for both teams, we write them down. And then, as each batter comes to the plate, you record what happens. And it's all done with a shorthand, and everyone does it a little differently, but every position has a number -- the pitcher is 1, the catcher 2 . . ." and so on around the field.
"So if the batter hits a fly ball to the centerfielder, I write down F8. And if the second baseman catchs the ball and throws it to first, and the runner gets tagged out, that's 4-3. A strike out is a K, for reasons unknown."
And so on.
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"The numbering."
Kind of.
At least it helps X make sense of the scoring procedure?
It will do.
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Meg likes score-keeping. It's elegant its brevity, but complete.
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Beat.
"When it is done."
You can do that with chess games, too.
X approves of simplicity. When it is useful.
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"You can look back during the game, too, if you want to see what happened the last time a batter came to the plate."
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X's curiosity is purely academic.
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Meg Ford, not much of a gambler.
Shocker, we know.
"I think they do look at past game statistics for that sort of thing, probably."
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X sounds vaguely approving.
And she may also look at some past game statistics for teams in her timeline.
Just to -- see.
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Pause.
"Though then I would have no idea how to go about placing a bet."
Meg considers.
"I guess your city is kind of playing mine. We could . . . bet a quarter on the outcome of the game, or something."
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"Or a root beer float."
Beat.
"Quarters are not very useful."
X is game if Meg is.
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Meg offers her hand so they can shake on it.
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It is a deal.
One it is probably good that X does not mind losing.