A man took the accessible seats I had spent almost everything I had on, told me my son could watch from the concourse and that he probably didn’t know the rules anyway. Then a small woman in a grey cardigan in the row behind us stood up with an old metal lunchbox in her hands.
PART 1 — THE LUNCHBOX My son Jonah is eleven and he had been counting down to that game for four months. Not in a general way. He had a strip of paper taped inside…









