Since 2018

The hopper already knew how to refuse a double-loaded bay. Bags were next.

Pilar came off the sorghum drafts. Efrain came off a muni that bakes after noon. The matrix is what they built so gaps would stop being a rumor from a boxed chart.

10th Street still smells like irrigation at dawn and dust by two. We kept the tally culture from the hopper: a bay either has a load or it does not. A bag either has a club for a number or it has a speech. There is no third column for matching ferrules.

Players from Mission, Edinburg, and Pharr bring sets that looked honest in a shop that never felt this heat. On this turf they stack or they canyon. The sheet exists to stamp the occupancy this town actually uses.

We still leave Sunday blank. Grain desks always did. The tally does not get smarter because someone wants a stamp before a family lunch.