Even up the Playing Field. Turn that 9 upside down…

Been almost 3 years since Coach, aka Jellyhead, gave Girlie the 411 on contracts and such. And Girlie? Did she wind up getting signed by that other team? Rumor went ’round for months she was spotted on the field hours after midnight (the in-between time when shadows aren’t only shadows). As much as she respected Coach, she needed to find out for herself, who really writes the playbook.

Blizzards anyone? Forgive the cynicism but “bomb cyclone“? Really? There are some mornings I’m not listening to the Ramones or Metallica and instead listen to NPR on my morning commute. Like today. Oh my goodness. So let’s interview a female scientist of the weather/meteorology type and have her explain in her just dramatic enough, incredibly attractive, accented voice, what a jet stream is. Do we not know about the jet stream? Is this new science? Have we not had horrific winter storms ever before? And so she went on to explain about the awful impending bomb cyclone that would ravage our eastern seaboard. No doubt this has been a raging storm, but I so dislike the sensationlism associated with weather events.

Now that you have a sense of my mood this evening, lol, let us try to proceed with writing a 6 Sentence Story, a 6 Sentence anything, something! for inclusion in Zoe’s weekly bloghop, Six Sentence Story. I daresay our hostess is quite snowed in and maybe even working on a snowy 6 of her own. We can hope, can’t we? ūüôā

“How the hell can I pitch with the wind screaming like that, let alone so crazylike it winds up hurling the ball way, way left of the plate?

If I told you once I’ve told you 5 million times, it’s all in the curve. You gotta know about the curve, when to use, how to use it, how to control it.. and ya got to have an eye.

Listen, they think you can’t pitch, ya have to make ’em believe you can. This is your last chance anywhere so let’s start again….and remember, too many balks, they’ll boot you like an empty can of chew. The winning or the losing is all about the pitch.”

 

Who’s That? At the Edge of the Field?!

When we last left our anti-heroine, she was sitting on the bench. Grindin’ on a wad ‘o¬†Grizzly, Girlie looks around and spits. “Yo! Jellyhead! Get the fuck outta my face!”¬†

“Who you callin’ Jellyhead, bitch? Why, I oughta come over there and clock your sorry punk ass!”

“Whadya waiting for old man? Next year?! *laughing derisively*

Jellyhead glares at our anti-heroine, flames shooting from the top of his head (no, not really, but he looks really, really pissed)

“We gave you a good contract, Girlie. A solid contract. Your people had every chance to negotiate during the season. And you didn’t. Your loss.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Mr. J. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Listen, Girlie. I’m gonna tell you like it is. We get a lot a players come through this town. Some are ready made for this game. Others, like your own punk ass self, come in thinkin’ they can fuck with the rules. ‘Fraid you gotta get some perspective. You shoulda known. 3 times to bat. After that, all bets off. End of contract. End of game. You’re a free agent now. You got to leave.”

“Thought I’d hang on the bench. Isn’t that where ya go when ya strike it out? The bench? The fucking bench?”

Jellyhead’s gaze softens, his voice calmer.

“Too many players going through rotation, Girlie. Too many. Can’t have every loser taking up valuable space. A dugout’s only so big. You need to move on. Find something else to occupy your time. You had your chance. You got to make room for the younger players. See? That one? And that one over there….they’re still young. They’ve still got time. You’ve already passed the bottom of the 9th. Go on home.”

“Got no home, coach. I’ve got no home.”

“You better find one. And fast. You don’t want to get picked up by that team do you? “

“What team is that?”

“Get your damn head out of your ass! You know what team I’m talkin’ about. One of the biggest teams around, for, you know, players like you.”

“But I’m not like them! I can’t play on that team! Why, they don’t even play! They sit around, wasting away, ending their careers in the worst possible…not one of ’em has ever hit one out of the park! ¬†Not even at the end.”

“Go on now, Girlie. Go. I’ll put in a word with the big guy for you. Honest, I will. The rest is up to you.”

 

…it’s the bottom of the 9th, bases are loaded, GirlieOnTheEdge is up to bat..

No, I’m not a big base-a-ball fan. ¬†I’ve seen a few baseball movies. ¬†Nope, never sat through Bull Durham or The Natural. Haven’t seen Pride of the Yankees.¬†In fact, I’ve never even been to a baseball game. ¬†Unless, you count the one time in high school when I went to see a friend play. ¬†And the only reason I went was because I was hoping my “friend” would see me as more than just a “friend”. ¬†Needless to say, I struck out.

Today – almost a shutout. At this writing, 1 person has sat in the stands here at GirlieOnTheEdge, lookin’ around. But it’s not baseball season. Or is it? Seems as if, next to basketball, baseball has the longest playing season of any sport. Never been a big fan. Too boring for me. Games last for-ev-ver! Definitely a sport I can’t watch alone. Not like basketball. I can watch basketball by myself no prob.

The value of baseball is that it’s a game that theoretically can last as long as it’s players. Look at the game played in Chicago May 8 & 9, 1984 between the Milwaukee Brewers and Chicago White Sox. My internet source claims it was the longest game, “by time, in major league history”. ¬†17 innings. At the end of the day(s) the score was 3-3 and the game supsended. wtf.

And then there’s the game played at McCoy Stadium¬†in Rhode Island between the Pawtucket Red Sox and the Rochester Red Wings. It was almost a sell out crowd. Hometown fans did not walk away disappointed! For me though, the only time I truly enjoyed watching baseball was the 2004 World Series between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees. But who wasn’t glued to their TV’s for that one?!

Geez. Here I am talking about superstition and curses on a Thursday. What was I thinkin’? LOL What curse you say? Why, the Curse of the Bambino, as it has been referred in recent years. According to legend, the curse started after the sale of one¬†“Babe” Ruth’s contract to the New York Yankees. Before the sale, the Red Sox was one of the “winningest” baseball teams. After the sale….big fat loosers. For years, and years and years. Well, until 2004.

See? Curses do end, loosing streaks do end. I believe they do. I believed it in 2004 and I believe it in 2013…..so let’s play ball!