Third Base (The Boys of Summer Book 1)(53)
I do something that isn’t against the rules, but frowned upon nonetheless. I open the gate and take the few steps to talk to John. Fans see this and start rushing my way, but the usher calls for them to back up and now we’re being blocked from people bum rushing us, giving us minimal privacy.
“How are you doing?” I ask, shaking his hand.
“Oh young man, I’m a very happy man right now and I have you to thank for this.” He spreads his arm out and looks over the stadium. I don’t miss the slight watering in his eyes, but that doesn’t need to be brought to his attention.
“I like hearing that. I hope we can make it worthwhile for you. I know you’re missing Jeopardy.”
He laughs and squeezes my hand. I pat him on the back and walk back toward the gate, subtly touching Daisy’s hip when I pass.
“I’ll be over tonight,” she says, winking and sending the nerve endings in my body to heightened alert.
“Fuck me,” I mumble when I pass through the gate. I look over my shoulder and smile. “I’ll be there.”
I jog out to the outfield to see Kidd and the other guys. If I don’t do it now, it’ll happen in the clubhouse and I’m not sure if I’m ready to answer any of the media’s questions about Daisy. My teammates are a different story.
Bainbridge wraps his arm around my neck and rubs his knuckles over my hat. “Fucking wrap that shit tight, Davenport. The last thing you need right now is a pregnancy.”
“It’s okay, Bainbridge, his * packer is weak in that department,” Kidd yells as he catches one of Meyer’s pop flies.
“Fuck you, Kidd. I don’t see you with anyone.”
He looks at me after tossing the ball back toward the infield and says, “Why do you think I keep having parties that you never attend? I’m testing out the finer qualities of the Massachusetts women.”
“You’re going to get into trouble if you’re not careful,” Bainbridge adds.
“Nah. I know what no means.”
When I look at Kidd, I’m not so sure he does, but I hope that when a woman says it, it registers.
No one considers May to be a mid-season slump, unless you’re a Renegades fan. We’re racking up more losses than wins right now and heading into June, we’re well under 500 with a 24-30 record. This isn’t how our season is meant to go and it’s probably time for General Manager, Ryan Stone, to take a look at the coaching staff.
Why staff, you ask?
Right now the Renegades are the youngest team in the league and it doesn’t make sense to break them up. With the exception of Bainbridge, the team age is an average of 24-years old. They’re young men in their prime and not so far removed from their college days that they still understand the concept of hard work.
Is our coaching/management staff bad?
No, not necessarily, but they’re not showing stellar improvement either. Clearly the batting line-up isn’t working and could use some fine-tuning. And management needs to make a move on Cooper Bailey before it’s too late. Rumors are milling around that he’s seeking a trade because he’s ready to play for the big leagues. And honestly, we can’t really blame him. His batting average is through the roof, as is his on base percentage. Those are numbers the Renegades need right now.
No one is consistent right now for the Renegades. When one is hot, the rest are fizzling. The guys need to find their happy medium as a team and deliver the games they’re being paid to deliver.
GOSSIP WIRE:
Even though they’re going to counseling, it looks like the Bainbridges are heading for the big D (and I don’t mean Dallas) if he isn’t traded or doesn’t announce his retirement soon. Sources close to the couple have said that Bainbridge has, in fact, cheated and isn’t willing to let the mistress go and the current Mrs. Bainbridge isn’t willing to concede to a divorce without some serious cash flow. As it’s been stated before, the senior Mr. Bainbridge made sure his son was fully protected from any gold digging that might occur and Mrs. Bainbridge is none too happy that no one is willing to pay her off.
Isn’t marriage grand?
Ethan Davenport – Boston’s resident Most Eligible Bachelor – is off the market. His college co-ed, who didn’t graduate with her class this month – has been seen going in and out of his house nightly. Thanks to Mr. Davenport for putting his address on Twitter, we’re able to send our spies out whenever we want.
Easton Bennett has yet to acknowledge the recent birth of a son to his sometimes girlfriend. In fact, he hasn’t even been seen with her, but has been spotted going in and out of her apartment. I guess we’re waiting for that pesky blood test to reveal the true identity of the father.
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I’m standing against a rental van equipped with a wheelchair lift and a brand new scooter inside. I’m not trying to buy Daisy’s love, but trying to ease her burden. She struggles financially, something I didn’t take into consideration until Boston University had graduation and she didn’t invite me to attend. I tried not to let my feelings get hurt, but when I read the list of graduates and she wasn’t in there, I had to ask her why. It took some prodding and some definite hot ass kisses to get her to spill. I played it off, acting like it didn’t affect me, but the truth of the matter is that it does. I don’t see her as a charity case. She’s my friend… my girlfriend, in fact, and if I want to help her, I’m going to.