No cooler place to be on a hot summer day than on the pitcher's mound. 20,000 strong fans cheering you on is the best bonus ever. Sam Malone was pitching a perfect game so far and he was feeling on top of the world. Nobody was going to take this away from him. His last batter had come up to plate and this guy was a puny one. I got this, he thinks to himself, I so got this! Did he really?

He gets the wind up and the ball goes right past the batter. The umpire calls a strike while the crowd erupts in applause and Sam laughs in all confidence. Another shot turns into strike two and the taste of certain victory is in his mouth and it tasted delicious. Wind up number three goes out and then the batter swings and hits. The ball breezes right past Sam's head and all he could do was stare at the ball as it went out of the park. Unbelievable! How could this happen?

That's when he turns around to see his own shocked and dismayed face on the scoreboard. The crowd that adored him so only a few minutes before had now booed and hissed. He felt completely destroyed by the turn out. It was then that a beer bottle was thrown at his feet. It took all he had to just walk away from it. While he walked, he noticed the same batter walk back up to the plate. No coach or teammates came to greet the batter which fascinated Sam. What he saw next shocked him to his core. He should have known what he was getting himself into if only he saw the jersey.

Chambers!

The name that always comes as a slap in the face. What was even more puzzling than the name was the jersey number; zero. A big fat zero. How in the world did Chambers end up with a number like that? She was on her way to success! She had to be. Otherwise, what would have been the point in him letting her go? He couldn't live with the fact he had just thrown her away.

That's when he woke up. It was a breezy yet balmy night out on the ocean. The stars had become his nightlights. He looked around and breathed in the salty air with a smile. He was alone on this journey but yet he felt he was everywhere. It was just himself, his boat and God. Though there were times where he couldn't help but miss his bar and friends in Boston. He missed their laughter, wise cracks, and even their depressing thoughts on a bad day. Nobody and nothing compared to Diane and she has been haunting him ever since she left. Everytime he dreamed there she was. Everytime he saw something great he would wish she was there too. This right here would have been a great honeymoon.

This really was a terrible way to live, he decided. I can't spend the rest of my life hiding. What am I doing? For what seemed like the millionth time in the past couple of months, Sam had begun to cry. He would watch his tears fall into drops in the ocean. It was far fetched but he hoped his tears could be a message to Diane from the earth. Here, take my tears and feel my hurt when you drink. Feel my despair as you bathe. I want to get inside of you like you've gotten inside of me...