"Oh, man," I moaned as Fielder struck out to end the game.
"I knew it," said Uncle Billy, "those guys leave enough runners on base to populate a small village."
"Please, change the channel," I asked the bartender. "I can't bear to watch the post-game analysis."
He smiled and clicked over to the weather channel. Then he pointed at our glasses. "You want a another round?"
I looked at Uncle Billy.
"Don't look at me ... I'm tapped," said Billy.
"What happend to your Vegas boodle," I asked.
"What do you think? Most of it went to gambling and partying ... the rest I spent foolishly."
"Bring us a couple more beers," I said to the bartender.
He nodded and walked away.
Billy did an exaggerated double take. "Whoa, stop the presses ... Wonder Boy is buying?"
"I need another beer to wash away the sting of that ugly loss."
"I know ... but where did you get the money?"
"I'm not completely destitute."
"The last time I saw your wallet, Bush was still president."
"That's not true, Uncle ... I bought you lunch last week."
"A slice of pizza from the gas station?"
"You said it was pretty good."
"I was starving at the time."
The bartender set two beers in front of us. "You want it on a tab?"
I laid a five dollar bill on the bar. "No, we've gotta leave after these."
He took the money and left.
Billy held up his beer. "Man I gotta savor this."
I slipped my wallet back into my pocket. "Don't be so dramatic."
"Well, you have to admit, it's rare. Where'd loot come from?"
"I got a royalty payment from Kindle."
Billy took a drink and set down his glass. "More than five bucks, eh?"
"As a matter of fact, I hit three digits this month."
"Not including cents?"
"A hundred and four dollars."
Billy gave me another one of his movie double takes. "No kidding?"
"Nope ... got deposited today."
"So, are you going to pay me back the seventeen bucks I loaned you last month?"
"I thought said you were paying to fix that tire so I could drive to the ball game?"
"That was before I knew you were going to be a rich author."