Ana muses a bit about baseball.
My grandfather loved baseball, especially the Yankees. I would watch games with him when I was young, and he'd explain the game so it never seemed slow or boring. Its a game of strategy as much as skill.
The hero of my WIP was a minor league pitcher with a bright future until he violated curfew and celebrated a no-hitter by getting drunk and falling off a hotel balcony into a line of sturdy shrubs. The shrubs survived. His peripheral vision in one eye did not. He was let go, but dreams of returning to the game as a medic.
I know enough about baseball to have him describe things in baseball terms, but I'm finding some of my critique loop friends don't recognize the familiar (to me) terminology. So I'm trying to dial that back a bit, but not so much that I lose the hero's personality.
I don't want to swing and miss too many times with readers.