Some of your buddies might come around br for a couple of beers and a game, br but most evenings, you pitched horseshoes br br alone. I washed up the dishes br or watered the garden to the thudding br sound of the horseshoe in the pit, br br or the practiced ring of metal br against metal, after the silent br arc—end over end. That last br br summer you played a seamless, unscored br game against yourself, or night br falling, or coming in the house. br br You were good at it.