Comments | candle_beck: we are surviving the off-season

candle_beck

we are surviving the off-season

Oct 30, 2005 23:21

So I played baseball today with my dad and brothers. We've got a routine, you see, we've been doing this for years. One of us pitches, one of us hits, and the others shag. You really only need two people, but it's better with at least three ( Read more... )

harden/street, mlb fic, mulder/crosby

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kickthebeat October 31 2005, 07:57:13 UTC

You were in St. Louis, but probably not. You wipe your eyes with the back of your wrist. You drank and drank and drank and eventually nothing made sense anymore, and wonderful, beautiful, did you see the moon?

yep yep yep. right there with you.

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candle_beck November 2 2005, 07:19:38 UTC

hee hee, i have to go teach children too, after writing corruption in this vein. it amuses me highly.

rickenbacker October 31 2005, 12:35:34 UTC

I was playing baseball with my little brother & sister the other day, and they came and took the backstop padding away. While we were playing! I thought I was gonna cry.

Not that we really need it, you know, to play 'cos we're none of us that good. But still, they were trying to make the baseball season end and I hated them for it.

Also, we have two baseballs. Lol. 'Cos damn, it's hard to find the good brand of non-leather balls.

Oh yeah, and surrounded by perfection and it was only a year ago that you fit in ... kills me.

candle_beck November 2 2005, 07:21:48 UTC

i don't know how we accumulated so many baseballs. we started out with a dozen, i remember clearly. for years, it was finding an extra ball in the bushes or jammed in the backstop. and always keeping track of where the fouls went. baseballs for batting practice are like currency.

nyychick23513 October 31 2005, 16:57:27 UTC

I used to play with my dad and brothers all the time, but we haven't done that in a while, which I miss. Finally played catch again with one of my brothers not too long ago when I was home from college, and damn but it felt good. There's some moments where all of a sudden I'll wish I could be back behind the plate in softball again, or patrolling short-stop, and I know what it's like to miss the game, even on a small level.

Anyway, hi. I'm rambling.

surrounded by perfection and it was only a year ago that you fit in

Love that. Love drunk and pining Bobby, love asshole Richie, love the suggestions of Harden/Street, especially at the end, because I think they are my new OTP and Huston just begs to be corrupted.

candle_beck November 2 2005, 07:23:33 UTC

yo, get together a crew, go out to the yard. teach the boys how to not throw like girls. it's the most fun in the world.

huston does beg to be corrupted, it's true. i need to write his slow transformation into a pothead via zito and haren. lots of peer pressure and wanting to hang out with the cool kids.

Part I dreadnought October 31 2005, 21:38:43 UTC

I've read this twice and I still can't seem to put words to my reactions beyond generalities such as awe and satisfaction and sadness and wishfulness. But I shall make the attempt.

So you come home past when you should, and you roll up over the curb and scratch your rims, which will piss you off tomorrow, once you sober up.

But will you sober up?

It's interesting, because there's not a companion piece in which Bobby is sober, but my feeling is that Bobby may not be sober in this piece, but his very intoxication makes it possible for him to contemplate issues and go through feelings which he might not let himself do during the cold reality of day.

cracking your head into the bumper of Richie’s car.

I'm not sure when it happened, but for some time I've been unable to call Rich Harden "Rich" - it's just "Richie" now, and for all ages. Not that that plays into this story, but it's interesting that Bobby, at least drunk Bobby, calls him Richie as well.

He’s just a new guy, nothing that special, teeth and face and body notwithstanding ( ... )