Love from the Drumming Neanderthal: Chapter 1
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz lazy saturday afternoon. I've decided to write something to keep me entertained. Solitaire just isn't cutting it. Here we go, Romance coming up...
"Alright Sasha, this time, catch the ball." Bellows Mary. I lift my arm, hold up the baseball mit and desperately try to grasp the flying softball.
WOMP!
"Oh, Sasha, I'm sooo sorry!" Mary crys
"Fthat's fine" I mumble through my now swollen lips. Lucky me. I get to spend the rest of my day with a large softball mark protruding from my mouth. I pry the mit from my arm and gingerly poke my throbbing lower lip. It's bleeding, of course. Great,just great. Well, maybe if I don't make a scene, no one will notice.
"Sasha, maybe you should go to the nurse? Look at it bleed!"
"Wow Mary, what did you do to her?" Came another voice.
"Nothing, she just caught the ball with her face."
"Mary, that pitch is gonna win us the championship."
"Thanks, now if only we could get a decent catcher."
I look up from my glove and make direct eye contact with Jeff Patson. My heart flips and I feel my breath quiver.
"Mary, why don't you work with Stacy for a while. Sasha, come with me."
"mmmmfmmmded" I say.
"We need to get you some ice for that lip."
I feel my spirit lift. Jeff Patson, the most handsome man alive wants me to come with him. So what if he is the assistant coach, and it is his job to look after us, at least he knows my name.
He helps me up, (I'm touching his hand!!) and walks me out of the gym into the hallway.
"Sasha." He says, once we're away from the rest of the team, "I've been talking with Coach Carl, and it seems to me, to us, that softball just isn't the sport for you."
"What?"
"Think of the team Sasha. We need the best players we can get. One's like Mary. She's one of the best pitchers I've seen. And Danielle, that girl can really hit the ball. Unfortunaltely, I can't find a suitable position for you."
"But I'm the catcher"
"You were the catcher. Me and Coach Carl have decided to kick you off the team."
"Oh."
"Get yourself up to the nurse and get some ice, your lip looks terrible."
Jeff turned and walked back into the gym, barely giving me a second look. My lip begins to shake, but not from the bruising. I feel my eyes get scratchy. Slowly, I make my way to the locker room, forgetting compleltely about the ice.
To be continued.....
"Alright Sasha, this time, catch the ball." Bellows Mary. I lift my arm, hold up the baseball mit and desperately try to grasp the flying softball.
WOMP!
"Oh, Sasha, I'm sooo sorry!" Mary crys
"Fthat's fine" I mumble through my now swollen lips. Lucky me. I get to spend the rest of my day with a large softball mark protruding from my mouth. I pry the mit from my arm and gingerly poke my throbbing lower lip. It's bleeding, of course. Great,just great. Well, maybe if I don't make a scene, no one will notice.
"Sasha, maybe you should go to the nurse? Look at it bleed!"
"Wow Mary, what did you do to her?" Came another voice.
"Nothing, she just caught the ball with her face."
"Mary, that pitch is gonna win us the championship."
"Thanks, now if only we could get a decent catcher."
I look up from my glove and make direct eye contact with Jeff Patson. My heart flips and I feel my breath quiver.
"Mary, why don't you work with Stacy for a while. Sasha, come with me."
"mmmmfmmmded" I say.
"We need to get you some ice for that lip."
I feel my spirit lift. Jeff Patson, the most handsome man alive wants me to come with him. So what if he is the assistant coach, and it is his job to look after us, at least he knows my name.
He helps me up, (I'm touching his hand!!) and walks me out of the gym into the hallway.
"Sasha." He says, once we're away from the rest of the team, "I've been talking with Coach Carl, and it seems to me, to us, that softball just isn't the sport for you."
"What?"
"Think of the team Sasha. We need the best players we can get. One's like Mary. She's one of the best pitchers I've seen. And Danielle, that girl can really hit the ball. Unfortunaltely, I can't find a suitable position for you."
"But I'm the catcher"
"You were the catcher. Me and Coach Carl have decided to kick you off the team."
"Oh."
"Get yourself up to the nurse and get some ice, your lip looks terrible."
Jeff turned and walked back into the gym, barely giving me a second look. My lip begins to shake, but not from the bruising. I feel my eyes get scratchy. Slowly, I make my way to the locker room, forgetting compleltely about the ice.
To be continued.....