Third Base

“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 pussy 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 a

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 Be

The BoRe Blogger

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.

When Daisy steps out, her eyes widen. I know she’s probably thinking that I bought this for her, and while that would definitely be a grand gesture, she’s far too young to be driving around in a van.

“What’s this?” Daisy asks, walking toward me.

Spreading my arms out wide, I say, “This is our mode of transportation today. However, there is a surprise in the back for your grandpa.”

Her eyes narrow in skepticism as she leans in to look. The windows are darkened, limiting her line of sight. “What? I don’t see anything.” she says, stepping back and crossing her arms.

Pressing the button on my fob, the door slides open, revealing a custom black and red (of course) motor scooter. As much as I want to admire the craftsmanship of the decals, her expression is far more heart-warming. Her mouth drops open and there’s a slight cry of surprise before she covers her mouth with her hand.

“We can’t accept this,” she says. I knew she was going to say that. Everyone always says that when you try and give them an expensive gift.

“Why not?” I want to hear her excuses and if they’re valid, I’ll donate the scooter.

“Because it’s too much.”

That’s definitely not a valid enough reason. I step forward and pull her into my arms, kissing her gently on her cheeks and finally her lips.

“Over the past month, I’ve seen a man come to life because he’s doing what he loves – attending Renegades baseball games. I know I’ve made that happen, but I also think that your grandfather would probably like to get out by himself every now and again, maybe go to the store and get some things for himself. This thing is motorized and takes little effort. It’s a gift Daisy, one that you’ll both benefit from. He’ll be able to move around the house more freely and not depend so much on you or the nurses.”

She nods, knowing I’m right.

“The van will still pick him up for games, so you won’t have to worry about the T or anything like that, but all he has to do is get in the elevator and now he’ll be able to do that by himself.”

“Only if the elevator works,” she says, wiping her tears away. I kiss her again and again, not caring who is watching from the street.

“The elevator will be working today. I made some calls and was assured that by the time we get back, the elevator will be fully functioning.”

She gasps and steps back. “You did what?”