Every time Mike and Dave get together they do the same thing. They drink beer, talk and go home. At their homes they watch the baseball channel and the fishing channel, respectively. Each spends thirty hours a week watching his channel. When they get together on Sunday afternoons at the bar to watch NASCAR and drink and chat, each one talks over the broadcasters about fishing and baseballing. When Mike talks about fish it sounds like everyone in the story is coming up to the plate and it’s the bottom of the ninth with two out and someone’s behind by one run etc. When Dave talks about baseball he talks about how players find that zone that relaxes them almost to the point of sleep and yet allows them to move at “the crack of the bat,” the same zone a fisherman finds to understand his fish, one animal to another. Even the guy going around the track, both Mike and Dave would concede if they had ever considered such a thing, does so in a fishingrod kind of way, as if with his hand inside a catcher’s mitt.