"Joo sure, Eric? It's da practice dat makes joo a better player," Pally offered. "Besides. I hear joo might look good in a baseball uniform!"
Pally caught the ball that Eshva tossed to her, and grinned. She remembered watching the boys in her neighborhod playing ball, and one of them took her under his wing, and taught her the love of the game. It was the closest thing she had ever had to a boyfriend, and certainly more resembled an extended brother-sister relationship.
"I'm sure if joo an' Eshy practice some, every day; even if just for fifteen minutes, joo will be a good player," she encouraged the boy. "What's the worst that could happen, Eric? Joo get to be the bat boy, and go with us on games? Not ta mention seein' good lookin' athletes in da tight baseball pants, eh?"
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Eric was always one of the last kids picked for teams in gym classes, and the various gym teachers and coaches at his last school had made no secret of their opinion of him when it came to sports: completely hopeless. The faculty at Saint Joe's were tactful enough to not come right out and say it, but Eric still got the strong impression they were thinking it. He didn't think he could remember a time when someone actually wanted him to join in on a sport.
He stopped and turned, blushing slightly at Pally's banter. "I guess if Eshy's willing to put up with me, I could try." He grinned cheerfully at Eshva, then paused with a confused frown. "But what's a bat boy?"
He stopped and turned, blushing slightly at Pally's banter. "I guess if Eshy's willing to put up with me, I could try." He grinned cheerfully at Eshva, then paused with a confused frown. "But what's a bat boy?"
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palilla
"A batboy, an' sometimes da batgirl, is da person who carries da baseball bats aroun' for da team, an' lays out da other equipment and muds da baseballs," she explained. "Dey been in baseball since before Babe Ruth or Fidel Castro. Really important guys, too. Sometimes dey see tings dat da players or coaches don't, an' advise da team. Some even go on ta be managers!"
Pally loved that this guy had questions. He seemed to be eager. And, at the same time it baffled her how american kids could not know their own national sport. Oh, well. She was getting to spread the craze, and that was all that mattered.
Pally loved that this guy had questions. He seemed to be eager. And, at the same time it baffled her how american kids could not know their own national sport. Oh, well. She was getting to spread the craze, and that was all that mattered.
Seraph walked up, enjoying the crunch sound of his spikes on the concrete walkway, leading up to the field. His equipment bag slung by its strap over his shoulder felt like an old friend. He was rounding the entrance to the dugout when he heard Palilla.
"A batboy, an' sometimes da batgirl, is da person who carries da baseball bats aroun' for da team, an' lays out da other equipment and muds da baseballs," she explained. "Dey been in baseball since before Babe Ruth or Fidel Castro. Really important guys, too. Sometimes dey see tings dat da players or coaches don't, an' advise da team. Some even go on ta be managers!"
Oby grinned. "I think you mean equipment manager, Pally. The batboy is there during the game to grab bats and bring them back to the dugout."
The group looked over at Antoine, dressed in white baseball pants, and a grey t-shirt emblazoned with the Oakland A's logo. He put the bag down with a muted clank as the bat inside struck the floor of the dugout. Unzipping the bag, Oby grabbed his glove, a couple of batting gloves, and an old, careworn baseball cap, with the Paragon High School logo on it. He then reached in and grabbed a plastic bag, and tilted it into his hand. A handful of sunflower seeds spilled out, and tilting his head back, he spilled the whole bunch in his mouth, pushing out one cheek with the payload. Unzipping the bottom compartment, he pulled out a bat, and a slender metal bar with a circular weight on the end. Leaning them against the bench, he cracked a couple of seeds open with his teeth, and spit the shells to the ground, while putting on the left batting glove. He slipped the hand into his glove and tightened the strap at the wrist, snapping the glove a few times experimentally. He put the other glove in the rear pocket of the pants, grabbed his bats and started to walk to the bat rack to hang them. He stopped when he noticed the others looking at him. "You guys were looking for shortstop, right?"
"A batboy, an' sometimes da batgirl, is da person who carries da baseball bats aroun' for da team, an' lays out da other equipment and muds da baseballs," she explained. "Dey been in baseball since before Babe Ruth or Fidel Castro. Really important guys, too. Sometimes dey see tings dat da players or coaches don't, an' advise da team. Some even go on ta be managers!"
Oby grinned. "I think you mean equipment manager, Pally. The batboy is there during the game to grab bats and bring them back to the dugout."
The group looked over at Antoine, dressed in white baseball pants, and a grey t-shirt emblazoned with the Oakland A's logo. He put the bag down with a muted clank as the bat inside struck the floor of the dugout. Unzipping the bag, Oby grabbed his glove, a couple of batting gloves, and an old, careworn baseball cap, with the Paragon High School logo on it. He then reached in and grabbed a plastic bag, and tilted it into his hand. A handful of sunflower seeds spilled out, and tilting his head back, he spilled the whole bunch in his mouth, pushing out one cheek with the payload. Unzipping the bottom compartment, he pulled out a bat, and a slender metal bar with a circular weight on the end. Leaning them against the bench, he cracked a couple of seeds open with his teeth, and spit the shells to the ground, while putting on the left batting glove. He slipped the hand into his glove and tightened the strap at the wrist, snapping the glove a few times experimentally. He put the other glove in the rear pocket of the pants, grabbed his bats and started to walk to the bat rack to hang them. He stopped when he noticed the others looking at him. "You guys were looking for shortstop, right?"
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
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palilla
"Shortstop, huh? If joo can do it, den I don' see why not," she said nodding a little. "And ain't dat other stuff what I just said? Anyway, I'mma need all da help I can get, wit teachin' dese new guys about da game. Can joo help?"
Palilla saw the equipment the dark boy had, and was impressed. She just had her glove, catcher's mit and an old worn out Yankees hat. Still, anyone with a good head for the sport was what the team needed. The Flyers would be real, in baseball. One way, or another.
Palilla saw the equipment the dark boy had, and was impressed. She just had her glove, catcher's mit and an old worn out Yankees hat. Still, anyone with a good head for the sport was what the team needed. The Flyers would be real, in baseball. One way, or another.
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palilla
Palilla looked at the field and smiled. Coach told her they couldn't compete this year, but they could do exhibition games, and even a few of those could be for regular high schools. That made her very happy. It had been a long, hard road, but Flyers Baseball was becoming a reality.
It was a shame what had happened with Strikezone and Fastball, but all in all, they managed to pull something together. Oby was awesome at this, and it was a bit hard for her to take, but the team was more important than her desire to shine. Eshva had a surefire talent with the ball, and Renn was a cannon and a half, when she hefted a bat. Nissa was a more than adequate batter, but she really shined in the ability to steal bases. The 2006 Flyers were something else, and she was a part of it!
It was a shame what had happened with Strikezone and Fastball, but all in all, they managed to pull something together. Oby was awesome at this, and it was a bit hard for her to take, but the team was more important than her desire to shine. Eshva had a surefire talent with the ball, and Renn was a cannon and a half, when she hefted a bat. Nissa was a more than adequate batter, but she really shined in the ability to steal bases. The 2006 Flyers were something else, and she was a part of it!