He put the tickets in my hand and walked off with a smile. I stared after him, still confused. "Thanks!" Zach hollered as the man disappeared into the sea of sports fans milling around the entrance. Zach tugged at my hand. "Come on, Dad. Let's go!"

Inside the stadium I led Zach toward the "nose bleeds," assuming we were seated up there. But when I looked at the box and seat numbers I stopped short and my mouth fell open. Zach bumped into me from behind.

"What's the matter, Dad?"

"These seats are right behind home plate," I said. "Only a few rows up!"

"Unbelievable," I muttered to myself all the way down to the seats. The seat next to us was empty. "The man who gave us the tickets must be coming," Zach said. "We can buy him a hot dog!"

It was one of the best game I ever saw. The Giants came back late with a grand slam to tie it up. They won in the bottom of the ninth with a slide around the tag at home plate. Zach and I were exhausted from hooting and hollering. When it was over I took a good hard look at the empty seat next to us. 

"I can't believe nobody ever sat there," I said. "What a waste of a good seat."

"But, Dad," Zach said, "someone was sitting in the seat next to us."

Wow, could I really have been that caught up in the game?

"I didn't see a soul. Who was it?"

Zach grinned. "It was Paw, Dad. He was sitting right here with us the whole time. We finally did get to see that Giants game, the three of us."

I pulled Zach close. People around us must've thought we were feeling very emotional about the Giants' win. But only the two of us knew the truth: We were living a gift from above. Well, maybe three of us knew it. "Maybe that old man had it all planned all along," I said as we were leaving the stadium.

"I think that angel flew back up to heaven with Paw," said Zach. "They're probably rehashing the game." Just like Zach and I did all the way home.

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