I should probably warn you that I'm an Indians fan.vichanNovember 9 2009, 01:48:49 UTC
They've dropped in the middle of bright lights, screaming people, and Dean barely has two seconds to take it all in before he hears a crack and there's a tiny white comet streaking straight towards his face.
It's happening so fast that Dean can't even really process it, but there's an instinct that's been buried inside him for years, and he raises his right hand and the ball lands with a smack in his glove. He's still processing exactly what's happening when the memory of his t-ball coach starts screaming inside his head. "When you don't know where to throw, Winchester, always go to first!"
And he does. He flips the ball out of his glove as he turns, lines his body up and sets himself. He steps forward with his left foot and fires the ball towards first base.
The ball easily lands in Sam's glove. Sam's eyebrows are halfway to his hairline by the time the runner has gone past the bag, and the umpire's fist is already in the air. "Out!"
The crowd screams its approval.
Dean flashes a grin at Sam before he notices Sam's uniform and horror begins blossoming in his stomach. He blinks and does a double-take before finally looking down at his own uniform.
He's wearing pinstripes.
"Oh, God, no," Dean moans.
"Dean?" He hears Sam yell from first.
"Sammy, I'm a freaking Yankee!" No doubt about it; the damned Trickster is just plain evil.
Dean's always known that Sam is completely clueless about baseball, and it shows. "So?" is the only response Dean hears.
"'So?' So they're the spawn of Satan! They are everything wrong with major league baseball! Oh, God. I'm a Yankee." Dean feels dirty just saying it, and he feels even dirtier in the uniform. He pulls off his glove in disgust.
"Dean!" Sam's wearing the mother of all bitch-faces. "We've gotta play the roles, remember?" Dean doesn't answer, and Sam can only watch with abject confoundment as his brother starts pulling at his uniform like it's going to poison him. He hears two disembodied voices soar over the screaming crowd and the questions being shouted from the dugout.
"Two down, top of the seventh - what in the world... ?"
"I don't quite believe what I'm seeing here, folks, but Cano seems to be... stripping? He's already taken off his jersey... what is he doing?"
"He's thrown his jersey to the ground and is jumping up on down on it, and Sabathia looks like he's trying to calm him down."
"In all my years of calling games, I think I can say for sure that this is definitely a new one."
"And here comes Girardi."
"Dean!" Sam hisses. "C'mon, I thought you loved baseball!"
Dean grinds his cleats into the uniform one more time for good measure. "God, why couldn't I have been Cliff Lee?"
Re: I should probably warn you that I'm an Indians fan.vichanNovember 9 2009, 03:14:37 UTC
*facepalm* And I'm usually a stickler for baseball details. I totally fail tonight. (Dean just confuzzles me, anyway. I still can't tell if he's a righty or lefty or if he's ambidextrous.)
Indians fans, like many fans, are raised to hate the Yankees. And we got our own movie with the Yankees being the bad guys to boot. XD
Here, have some Victor to make up for my boo-boo. :D
Re: I should probably warn you that I'm an Indians fan.positivelybNovember 9 2009, 06:54:52 UTC
As a diehard Cardinals fan, I'm right there with Dean. The only thing worse than being forced to wear Yankees pinstripes would be being forced to wear Cubs blue. I'd be digging for matches to set 'em on fire.
It's happening so fast that Dean can't even really process it, but there's an instinct that's been buried inside him for years, and he raises his right hand and the ball lands with a smack in his glove. He's still processing exactly what's happening when the memory of his t-ball coach starts screaming inside his head. "When you don't know where to throw, Winchester, always go to first!"
And he does. He flips the ball out of his glove as he turns, lines his body up and sets himself. He steps forward with his left foot and fires the ball towards first base.
The ball easily lands in Sam's glove. Sam's eyebrows are halfway to his hairline by the time the runner has gone past the bag, and the umpire's fist is already in the air. "Out!"
The crowd screams its approval.
Dean flashes a grin at Sam before he notices Sam's uniform and horror begins blossoming in his stomach. He blinks and does a double-take before finally looking down at his own uniform.
He's wearing pinstripes.
"Oh, God, no," Dean moans.
"Dean?" He hears Sam yell from first.
"Sammy, I'm a freaking Yankee!" No doubt about it; the damned Trickster is just plain evil.
Dean's always known that Sam is completely clueless about baseball, and it shows. "So?" is the only response Dean hears.
"'So?' So they're the spawn of Satan! They are everything wrong with major league baseball! Oh, God. I'm a Yankee." Dean feels dirty just saying it, and he feels even dirtier in the uniform. He pulls off his glove in disgust.
"Dean!" Sam's wearing the mother of all bitch-faces. "We've gotta play the roles, remember?" Dean doesn't answer, and Sam can only watch with abject confoundment as his brother starts pulling at his uniform like it's going to poison him. He hears two disembodied voices soar over the screaming crowd and the questions being shouted from the dugout.
"Two down, top of the seventh - what in the world... ?"
"I don't quite believe what I'm seeing here, folks, but Cano seems to be... stripping? He's already taken off his jersey... what is he doing?"
"He's thrown his jersey to the ground and is jumping up on down on it, and Sabathia looks like he's trying to calm him down."
"In all my years of calling games, I think I can say for sure that this is definitely a new one."
"And here comes Girardi."
"Dean!" Sam hisses. "C'mon, I thought you loved baseball!"
Dean grinds his cleats into the uniform one more time for good measure. "God, why couldn't I have been Cliff Lee?"
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But I definitely agree with the sentiment! (*cough* Red Sox *cough*)
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Indians fans, like many fans, are raised to hate the Yankees. And we got our own movie with the Yankees being the bad guys to boot. XD
Here, have some Victor to make up for my boo-boo. :D
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Dean grinds his cleats into the uniform one more time for good measure. "God, why couldn't I have been Cliff Lee?"
And the Yankees are the spawn of Satan. Duh. This is a well known and documented fact.
*puts on her Orioles hat*
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