OPEN to an empty baseball field. In the background you can hear the calls from the bench, the fans cheering, and the couch calling out to the players on the field. The game is over and Chris is sitting on the bleachers waiting.
CHRIS (10) sits at the top of the bleachers, waiting for his dad. He passes the ball back and forth from glove to hand.
He’s coming. He’s gotta come. He wouldn’t forget again.
Chris’s couch, George (36), walks up and stands at the bottom of the bleachers. He has the team equipment over his shoulder, and the score book in hand open to that days game.
GEORGE
You had a good game today.
CHRIS head still lowered
(mumbles)
Thanks
GEORGE
Four for four, two RBIs, and you made that great catch in right.
CHRIS nods his head
GEORGE
Do you need a ride Chris?
CHRIS
My dad’s coming.
GEORGE
Are you sure, cause we
CHRIS interrupts
No, he’s coming
GEORGE
We can wait with you
CHRIS
He’ll be here soon. I’ll be fine.
GEORGE looks at his watch
What time was he supposed to be here?
CHRIS
He was gonna make the game, but
GEORGE
Maybe he can see you play next season? Aren’t you movin up to Broncos. The big field, think you ready?
CHIRS
I guess
GEORGE
I’m sure he’ll make it to see you play
CHRIS
Yeah, well, tonight was our last game and he said would come, but… He hasn’t ever come.
GEORGE
I’m sure he will, next season maybe
CHRIS
Yeah, I guess
GEORGE
We can take you home
CHRIS
No, my mom is out of town. I stayin with my dad tonight.
GEORGE
Do you want us to wait.
CHRIS
No.
In the distance, head light are coming tward the parking lot. George turns, and looks over his shoulder.
GEORGE
Think that’s him?
CHRIS
Yup
Chirs grabs his baseball bag, leaps down the bleachers and runs toward the parking lot. George fallows him.
The car stops.
CHRIS
See you later couch
Chris gets in the car and slams the door.
DAN (37) Chris’ father
Hey bud
(long pause)
How was the game
(long pause)
Sorry, I missed it. I’ll make it next week. What time’s your game?
CHRIS
That was my last game
DAN
Oh, sorry son