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Authors: Heidi McLaughlin
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but there’s nothing like being down where the action is. “Hey boss.”
Ryan turns around and motions for me to sit in one of the chairs that are situated in front of his desk. Last year, I walked in to talk to him about the BoRe Blogger only to be interrupted by none other than Hadley Carter, who I had a massive crush on. Turns out, Hadley and our boss used to be an item and she was here to win him back. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t believe in love. She won her man back, and they ended up getting married on the field.
“How are you feeling these days?”
I know he’s asking about my nervous tick and honestly I haven’t felt it during the past few days. Come to think of it, this afternoon at lunch I didn’t have to hide my hands at all.
“I’ve been trying acupuncture and I think it’s helping, but not all the time. When I’m nervous, it’s always worse.”
Ryan opens a file and briefly picks up a sheet of paper before setting it down on top of the open folder on his desk. “I’m not seeing it affect you on the field.”
I shake my head. “No sir, I’m comfortable on the field and when I’m batting.”
“The extra time with Diamond paid off then?”
“I believe so.”
Ryan makes a note and closes my file. He’s been a hands-on general manager, making sure that everything is okay with his players.
“Are you ready for some media training?”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I’ve been waiting for this moment for over a year now. “Yes, sir. Tell me what I have to do.”
Ryan slides another sheet of paper toward me. I take it and read it two or three times before my mind starts going crazy. I’m to attend Media Marketing at Boston University. I’ll be on the same campus as Daisy for two weeks.
“Sir, here I was hoping your wife was going to teach me!”
“Nice try, Davenport,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Everything good? Are you still obsessed with the BoRe Blogger?”
I grind my teeth and clench the armrests of the chair. Ryan knows how I feel about the blogger. I know some of my issues with the blogger are from my own stupidity, but everything I do, or the team does, is posted on this blog. Can’t he write about baseball and call it good? The other day he implied that Bainbridge is cheating on his wife. That shit isn’t cool.
“Unfortunately, I don’t see my obsession going away anytime soon.” It’s probably best for me if I learn to ignore the blog, but I don’t see that happening.
“Well, Hadley read it and she saw that you’ve been spending some time with someone. She wants to know if you want to bring her to dinner?”
“Um…” I run my hand through my hair. Dinner with Hadley Carter is at the top of my must do list, but having the boss there – not so much. However, it would be stupid to pass up an invite from him.
“I can tell you’re uncomfortable, so I’ll make sure to extend the invite to the team. We’ll make it a party. Hadley will have fun with something like this.”
“Okay, Boss. Let me know when.”
I stand and shake his hand, taking my class assignment with me and leaving his office. I pull out my phone and text Daisy as I walk back to the clubhouse.
Do you have Media Marketing?
Daisy: No, why? Do you need media training?
Sadly, yes! I’ll tell you about it later. Dinner tonight?
Daisy: Only if you win :)
Thanks, no pressure now! Can’t wait to see you...
I hit send before I can erase the last sentence, and shut off my phone so I’m not waiting for her response. I want her to know that I want to see her. I hope my message conveys that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
Despite the early afternoon drizzle, the evening has shaped up to be pretty pleasant. Even at the end of April, it’s still chilly at night but getting warmer each day. Tonight, when I step out of the dugout for batting practice, my eyes are right on Daisy’s seat and, much to my surprise, she’s sitting there
Ryan turns around and motions for me to sit in one of the chairs that are situated in front of his desk. Last year, I walked in to talk to him about the BoRe Blogger only to be interrupted by none other than Hadley Carter, who I had a massive crush on. Turns out, Hadley and our boss used to be an item and she was here to win him back. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t believe in love. She won her man back, and they ended up getting married on the field.
“How are you feeling these days?”
I know he’s asking about my nervous tick and honestly I haven’t felt it during the past few days. Come to think of it, this afternoon at lunch I didn’t have to hide my hands at all.
“I’ve been trying acupuncture and I think it’s helping, but not all the time. When I’m nervous, it’s always worse.”
Ryan opens a file and briefly picks up a sheet of paper before setting it down on top of the open folder on his desk. “I’m not seeing it affect you on the field.”
I shake my head. “No sir, I’m comfortable on the field and when I’m batting.”
“The extra time with Diamond paid off then?”
“I believe so.”
Ryan makes a note and closes my file. He’s been a hands-on general manager, making sure that everything is okay with his players.
“Are you ready for some media training?”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I’ve been waiting for this moment for over a year now. “Yes, sir. Tell me what I have to do.”
Ryan slides another sheet of paper toward me. I take it and read it two or three times before my mind starts going crazy. I’m to attend Media Marketing at Boston University. I’ll be on the same campus as Daisy for two weeks.
“Sir, here I was hoping your wife was going to teach me!”
“Nice try, Davenport,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Everything good? Are you still obsessed with the BoRe Blogger?”
I grind my teeth and clench the armrests of the chair. Ryan knows how I feel about the blogger. I know some of my issues with the blogger are from my own stupidity, but everything I do, or the team does, is posted on this blog. Can’t he write about baseball and call it good? The other day he implied that Bainbridge is cheating on his wife. That shit isn’t cool.
“Unfortunately, I don’t see my obsession going away anytime soon.” It’s probably best for me if I learn to ignore the blog, but I don’t see that happening.
“Well, Hadley read it and she saw that you’ve been spending some time with someone. She wants to know if you want to bring her to dinner?”
“Um…” I run my hand through my hair. Dinner with Hadley Carter is at the top of my must do list, but having the boss there – not so much. However, it would be stupid to pass up an invite from him.
“I can tell you’re uncomfortable, so I’ll make sure to extend the invite to the team. We’ll make it a party. Hadley will have fun with something like this.”
“Okay, Boss. Let me know when.”
I stand and shake his hand, taking my class assignment with me and leaving his office. I pull out my phone and text Daisy as I walk back to the clubhouse.
Do you have Media Marketing?
Daisy: No, why? Do you need media training?
Sadly, yes! I’ll tell you about it later. Dinner tonight?
Daisy: Only if you win :)
Thanks, no pressure now! Can’t wait to see you...
I hit send before I can erase the last sentence, and shut off my phone so I’m not waiting for her response. I want her to know that I want to see her. I hope my message conveys that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
Despite the early afternoon drizzle, the evening has shaped up to be pretty pleasant. Even at the end of April, it’s still chilly at night but getting warmer each day. Tonight, when I step out of the dugout for batting practice, my eyes are right on Daisy’s seat and, much to my surprise, she’s sitting there
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