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Rick's life is a mess. He's juggling a moody fifteen year old and a toddler after Lori leaves him for Shane. On a night out to blow off steam with Daryl, Rick catches a glimpse of a dark stranger, and blames the attraction on the alcohol.
Until Carl has baseball tryouts.
"What the shit?! No seriously, tell me what the shit! Is your grandfather part tortoise, Anderson?"
There is no fucking way...
Rick already knows his ears haven't deceived him when he looks toward the dugout, spotting the man he had seen at the bar the week prior. Gone now is the leather jacket, replaced with a plain white t-shirt. He can see the man's brain working on a new string of colorful insults to hurl at Ron Anderson, who apparently isn't rounding the bases fast enough. Carl pulls Rick out of his stunned silence. "I've heard the new coach is a dick."
Rick is still shaking off his shock when he half-heartedly chastises Carl for his language. His legs feel like lead as he approaches the dugout, and he sees the exact second the coach spots them.
"Well hello there."
Rick's knees almost buckle.