text: The sun was beating down from up high. The sky was a clear blue with no clouds in sight all the way to the horizon. The Chicago White Sox were 2-0 down and it was the bottom of the 8th. Charlie was in his seat in the front row, not able to concentrate on the game. His Dad had forced him to come watch and Charlie didn't care much for baseball anyway. "Ice-cream!", "Ice-cream!" a voice shouted behind him. Charlie turned around to see a vendor hawking ice-creams. He was carrying an ice-box and on the side of it were painted the beautiful pictures of the different flavors. There was a dark chocolate with tiny spikes showing peanuts in them, a swirling orange with streaks of berries within. Charlie turned to his dad and said, "Dad, can I have an ice-cream?" "Sure, son!" his dad replied. "What flavor do you want?" he motioned with his arm for the vendor to come over. "Base hit!" the announcer yelled on the radio next to Charlie's Dad's seat. "Tim Andersen has scored a hit and the Sox have a runner on first!" "Um.. could I have the orange flavor?" Charlie asked his dad. "Absolutely!" his father replied. "Excuse me sir, could I get an orange flavored ice-cream for my son?". "Would you like that in a bowl or a cone sir?" the vendor asked. "A cone!" Charlie said. He had always loved the crunchy taste of a biscuit cone when enjoying an ice-cream. And the day was particularly hot, sweat trickled down the back of his neck and his t-shirt was mostly drenched. "A cone it is!" said the vendor and he proceeded to dig into the ice-box and look for an ice-cream cone. Charlie's father meanwhile rummaged through his pocket to find his wallet. Charlie looked over into the field, the grass was a shining green and all the players looked smart in their uniforms. But some of them had their shoulders hunched. The sun was taking a toll on them too. "Abreu pops it up!" yelled the announcer on the radio, everyone in the stands looked on. "It will land right in the gap! A chance for Chicago to score a double!" as the announcer yelled Andersen was racing over to third-base and the opposing team's players were still only picking up the ball in the outfield. "A stand-up double for Abreu!" the announcer re-capped. "The White Sox are staging a come-back in the bottom of the eighth!" "Here you go son!" said the vendor and Charlie looked behind to see a delcious orange ice-cream cone being handed to him. "Thank you!" he yelled at the vendor, excited for the treat as his father handed over some money to the vendor. The day was looking up! "That brings up Eloy Jimenez" said the announcer. "Eloy has been getting hot in recent games he has scored 11 home runs in the last 15 games!" Charlie turned around and decided to enjoy his treat. The ice-cream cone in his hand was cold and a pleasant touch in the hot summer sun. "Foul!" yelled the announcer and as Charlie looked up he saw the baseball leaving Eloy Jimenez's bat and coming straight at him! Before he could think the ball had landed right in the middle of his ice-cream destroying the cone, but firmly in the grip of his palm! "And the little boy in the front row has caught it bare-handed!" the announcer yelled. Charlie's father looked confused, proud and ecstatic all at once! He lunged forward and picked Charlie up and held him high above his shoulder as Charlie stared befuddled at the crowd that was now focused on him.