Text from Rick - Scouting Report?
Text to Rick - Bravo is still favoring his hip, Mason looks like he might be limping, Rock’s right arm is bugging him.
Text to Rick - The newbs are a little out of control. They need to be knocked down a notch or they’re going to hurt someone.
Text from Rick - Interesting
Text from Rick - Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most beautiful baseball scout of all time?
Text to Rick - Stop!
Text from Rick - Well, if anyone told you that they were wrong.
What? Where is he going with this?
Text from Rick - You’re the most beautiful woman anywhere. <3
Huh, my extra effort really was noticed. That makes it all worth it. Since I can’t help myself…
Text to Rick - You’re biased because I have sex with you and cook for you.
Text from Rick - I can only tell you what I see from my eyes and my heart. Anybody that doesn’t agree is blind and stupid. Cross, Martin and Bravo were going to hit on you and didn’t even recognize you today. You’re in demand, my queen.
Text to Rick - Exactly… Your queen.
Text to Rick - Go get ready for the game. I’ll send you the visiting scout report after their BP.
Text from Rick - I love you… My queen.
I check the lineup and we’re playing Colorado this weekend. They have some of the new guys brought up for their expanded roster on the lineup tonight, including a first time starting pitcher, a second baseman, and two outfielders all making their debut. I wonder if it’s because they need to give their everyday guys a break due to soreness and injury, because that’s not a bad idea when you’re not in the running for postseason anyway.
I watch Colorado’s batting practice and about halfway through a couple of their players are looking at me. I sink down into my seat, hoping they’ll ignore me. “Hey sweetheart! Are you a baseball fan?”
I ignore them, seeing a flashback of Rick getting hit by a pitch and dislocating the jaw of the Sissy’s first baseman, Adam.
“This is my first time in San Diego. Do you think you could give me a personal tour? I’ll give you a tour of the visitor’s clubhouse and a night you’ll never forget.” The veteran player high-fives the rookie for going for it.
Anything I say, can and will be used against me. I know this. I learned this the hard way. I need to keep ignoring them. Or, I could play a game with him and his game will go to shit. No, don’t do it. Rick will get pissed. Observe and keep your mouth shut.
Text to Rick - I learned to keep my mouth shut, but I need to cheer for the whole team equally tonight or these guys will target you like the Sissy’s. Keep your eye on 15 at third base and 77 in the outfield. The veteran was pushing the rookie to go for it and they’re paying close attention to me, yelling at me from the field. Maybe I should sit in my old seat for this series?
Text to Rick - Also their centerfielder is limping, they have four players debuting tonight, starting pitcher, second base and corner outfielders. Outfield is probably weak, centerfielder won’t be able to help cover as much territory.
Text from Rick - Good intel. I trust your judgment, but I’d rather have you behind home plate and cheering louder for me. Give me a minute.
A few minutes later Carter sits down next to me. “I happen to have the seat next to you for the game tonight. Mind if I hang out with you for the game?”
Sure you do. “Wow! Really? How long have you had it?” I look at him and he knows I’m not stupid.
“It’s my solution to keep Seno happy and everybody off the DL. I’ll handle any potential disasters and you can cheer the way you want. I’ll call them out if they pull anything.”
“I’m too much trouble for you, Carter.”
“I never get to watch the game from the stands and most likely you’ve heard all you’re going to hear about it.”
“So, basically you’re my babysitter?”
“No, let’s say personal security.”
“No, thank you. I don’t need a keeper.”
Text to Rick - Seriously? You sent Carter to watch me? I don’t need a keeper.
Text to Rick - How about I do what I did last time and you manage your temper? I can handle myself.
Text to Rick - Damn it! I didn’t get hurt last time… You did and I don’t want you hurt again. I don’t want you to get hurt worse or…
I’m about to lose it when I have an idea. “Carter, when you magically got the seat next to me, how many seats next to me were available?”
Text from Rick - My first instinct is to protect you, baby. Don’t be mad.
“Four or five.”
“Can you get them all for me? And include yours?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thanks. Then I have this handled.” It is Friday night after all and all my girls are here.
Text to Rick - Don’t worry. Found my own solution.
