of the Mexican Baseball League, and many of the Vibes players also compete in Mexico.
Salario guided me out from the back room and we walked onto the field through the tunnel, where I hung out, keeping my feet and body moving, as Salario had taught me, and greeting players as they walked onto the field to warm up. All of a sudden, thunder crackled through the sky, and the Vibes players and Grand Junction Rockies were told by the umpires that the game would be delayed until the stormy weather had passed through. Salario and I retreated inside the stadium's back room, where I was able to take off the marshmallow. I was already sweating profusely, even though it wasn't that hot out, and my shoulders were tired. But I knew I had to push on.
"Toasty, you remember me, right?" kids would ask, to which I'd nod the entire marshmallow affirmatively."I knew he remembered me!" one shouted. And then there were those adults who tried to guess who was inside the Toasty suit."It's a twelve-year-old," one stated confidently."It must be a girl," another said.