Athletic tees.

They're a body short. Tuesday softball, pickup at the gym, beer league hockey at eleven — somewhere every week, a team is a body short. Somebody's sister-in-law is at the fence in jeans, and somebody hands her a glove. Which team is better never comes up — the tying run is on second and the bench has gone quiet. The rail has no paint left where the hands go. A number, two colors, no real school, no real city.