Elmo flinched as he felt underneath the post-operative eye patch. The surgeon’s final statement echoed in Elmo’s head, as it had every minute of every day for the last three months: “You’ll never play again.”
“By gum, if I couldn’t help the team win the pennant, I can at least help them replace the dome,” Elmo resolved. “And now is the time, since today will be mostly sunny, with highs in the middle 50s and Friday will be mostly clear with highs near 70.”
He felt better already. The voice of the doctor faded from Elmo’s mind for the first time in a long time.