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Josh's seats were right over the visiting team's dugout. Ironically, the visitors today were the Cubs. I sat in the middle of the five seats, with Drake to my left and Josh to my right. I devoured a couple hot dogs and passed a tub of popcorn back and forth with Maria, doing my best to spill some on Josh each time the tub passed over him.

In the third inning, Bautista, the guy on the back of my jersey, drilled a fastball from Ted Lilly over the right field wall with a runner on second base. I didn't even have to be prompted to get up out of my seat and cheer.

I'd more or less forgotten about my initial attraction to Maria, but in the fourth inning, she reminded me -- and pretty much every other male sitting in Section 112 at PNC Park. When she stretched her legs out and hung them over the empty seat in front her, she had my attention. When she started dangling her left sandal off her toes, I groaned. I wasn't worried about Josh's reaction, because I wasn't the only one. He was looking too, as were Drake and Doug on my left.

She didn't seem to have any idea of what she was doing, or what it was doing to everyone else. She just kept up the idle, small-talk conversation the five of us had been carrying on all game. If she'd looked at us, though, she'd have noticed us staring. The show ended an inning later, when the Cubs hit a two-run homer of their own and Maria stood up to boo.

When the teams swapped sides in the middle of the sixth inning, Maria, Drake and Doug all went to get more beer and food. That let Josh and I catch up some.

"The trip been going well?" Josh asked me.

"I have no complaints," I said. "I've been to a few concerts, hung out with some old friends and new, and this is my second baseball game. It's been just about the perfect week."

"Any women along the way?" he asked. It was a pretty blunt question, but I could respect that. Besides, the message boards in our fantasy baseball league had likely gotten far raunchier than anything we'd discuss here, with a few dozen kids within earshot.

"My share and then some," I replied. "At least one in pretty much every state I've spent any significant amount of time in."

"Don't matter." Josh said, catching me a little off guard. "If you haven't been laid in Pittsburgh, man, then you ain't been laid."

"There is some nice scenery here, I'll give you that," I said. The hottest woman I'd seen all afternoon was the one sitting on the other side of Josh, but I kept that little tidbit to myself. "But you don't know what I've seen on this trip, man. I seriously doubt it."

"Guess I've got to prove it to you, then," he said.

"Nah, man," I answered. "The thing is, I never go out looking for it. It just seems to find me."

"What if I find it for you?" he asked, forcing me to do a double-take.

"Say what?"

"I'll bet I can get you laid before you leave," he answered, a smug grin on his face.

"Yeah, right," I said. "I saw how smooth you were with your own girlfriend out in the parking lot."

"She just gets on my nerves sometimes, s'all," he answered. "But I'm serious. I will put money on it. I will get you laid before you leave."

"You know I leave bright and early tomorrow, right?"

"Yep," he said, sticking his hand out. "Loser buys the beer at Wrigley next week."

Josh and I were going our separate ways tomorrow, but next week we were going to meet up again in Chicago for a Cubs game, with a couple of other friends.

"Deal," I said, accepting the handshake.

The others came back right as the bottom of the sixth started. My attention turned back to the game, but I noticed the grin never left Josh's face. The beer wouldn't be a big deal - hell, if he could pull this off, it'd be worth the tradeoff. Still, I doubted his ability, chalking his boasting up to 50 percent cockiness, and 50 percent cheap beer.

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The game went into extra innings, but the Cubs took the lead in the 12th, playing small ball to manufacture a run with a single, a stolen base, a perfectly executed sacrifice bunt, and a sacrifice fly to move ahead 4-3.

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