“Dock,” she said. “You’re supposed to pitch today.” Ellis focused his mind. No. Friday. He wasn’t pitching until Friday. He was sure. “Baby,” she replied. “It is Friday. You slept through Thursday.” Ellis remained calm. The game would start late. Ample time for the acid to wear off. Then it struck him: doubleheader. The Pirates had a doubleheader. And he was pitching the first game. He had four hours to get to San Diego, warm up and pitch.