Every Fourth Beat

Panel 1. Ninth inning, after a close call, Duane is on his feet screaming. Duane: “YOU’RE A DISGRACE!”

Panel 2. Sam stops and tilts his head, listening. No dialogue.

Panel 3. Sam walks to the screen. Sam: “Duane. Sit down.” Duane: “MAKE ME!” Sam: “Your heart’s skipping every fourth beat. See a doctor.”

Panel 4. Duane sits down slowly, one hand on his chest, quiet for the first time all night. The catcher stares at Sam. Catcher: “How do you know that?” Sam: “Lucky guess.”