Third Base (The Boys of Summer 1)

“You’re too young to be tied down, Davenport.”

Bainbridge steps off the treadmill and presses stop. He looks at me, pain masking his features. I stop running so I can give him my undivided attention.

“Lisa was a fan. I hit her with a foul ball in college. I felt bad and took her out to dinner and we hit it off. But she’s insecure and freaks out if I don’t answer when she calls or I don’t call her right back. Anything longer than five minutes and I’m screwing the secretary, the cashier or the waitress. God forbid I get up in the middle of dinner and take a shit because she accuses me of texting my girlfriend or looking at porn. If I try to make love to her, she’s accusing me of trying to appease her because I’m having an affair. Frankly, I can’t handle my wife, let alone a girlfriend.

“She wants to move home, back to Indiana – I don’t blame her. She’s alienated herself from the other wives and girlfriends, but I’m not ready to give up on my time here in Boston. I love it here. I love the team. I hear the rumors about Cooper Bailey and they scare the shit out of me. He’s young, has fresh legs and a killer arm. But I’m

not ready to quit.”

He wraps his towel around his neck and shuts off his machine. “If I were you, I’d forget the girl. You’re young and chicks are eager to get to know you. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had a girlfriend when I started playing in the majors. The only things I don’t regret are my kids – the rest I could honestly live without.”

Bainbridge walks off, leaving me stunned. He doesn’t open up much, but when he does he pours it all out. I’ve always asked him for advice, but to hear him say that he wished he never married his wife is a bit of a shock. Now I know why he’s never introduced us, and why he either shows up to events solo or cancels.

I feel like my pleas have fallen on deaf ears!

After dropping three to the Yankees, the Renegades could only pull out one win with the Devil Rays. One would think that playing in Boston, the Renegades would have the advantage over a team who plays in the tropics. Apparently, one shouldn’t assume.

The Renegades are starting a ten-day road trip that begins in Toronto and ends in Seattle (home of Ethan Davenport) with a stop in Oakland on the way.

Seattle is historically bad, although new management is trying to rebuild the team. Let’s hope Robinson Cano isn’t bringing his A-game while we’re in town, even though we love him from ditching out on the Yankees in favor of the Mariners.

The Renegades are 15 / 16 going into the road trip. If they plan to make it to the post season, they need to start winning. Yes, it’s only May, however the clock is ticking.

Our run count is now – 160 / 149. For those keeping count – we scored six runs in the last three games, giving up ten. That’s backwards, Boys!

GOSSIP WIRE:

It seems the romance is over for Davenport and his super fan! Sources say he’s been leaving the stadium by himself these past few games instead of having his number one on his arm. It makes me wonder why it’s over so fast? Maybe she has a thing for Cooper Bailey...

The Renegades put on quite a show for the Children’s Cancer Ward at Beth Israel. Sources close to the team said the guys had their make-up done, fingernails painted, and many selfies were taken.

Hadley Carter, the wife of General Manager Ryan Stone, recently accepted an MTV Music award for best video. Congratulations, Ms. Carter, even if you are a Yankee fan. Ick!

The BoRe Blogger

I love baseball. I love women. What I don’t love is women and baseball together. Since Daisy and I argued, my game has sucked. My batting average has dropped, my on-base percentage is almost non-existent and when I am hitting the ball, they’re foul or I’m dropping my shoulder and they’re pop-ups. Six out of our ten away games are done with a record of three and three. In those games I didn’t drive in one single run. Not even a sacrifice. At least my defensive game is still intact. I can’t imagine how I’d be feeling if I were committing errors and letting my team down by not being present on the field.

My head is all jacked up with thoughts of Daisy. I’ve been trained to block this type of shit out, but apparently it’s not working. The game should be the only thing on my mind. Even now, as I walk along the hot tarmac to our plane at the Oakland International Airport, I wonder what the hell she’s doing. And as I board the plane and see the same flight attendants I have known since I joined the team, my thoughts should be about tomorrow’s game but they’re not. I’m stupidly wondering why Daisy hasn’t called or texted and I need to stop. This was too fast, too soon for me.

Never again will I allow a female to consume my thoughts while I’m working. My focus from here on out will solely be on baseball and the pitchers I’m about to face; about the teams we need to beat to at least be a wild card team this fall. I’m going to close my eyes and visualize myself at the plate, swinging my bat to kill the ball. From here on out there will be no worrying about how someone feels, or whether someone is looking at me… and no more going the extra mile. I don’t need to.

And this pent up frustration, well that’s what Sarah’s for. She has hers, I have mine, and that is why our arrangement works. I should’ve known better than to fuck with a good thing.

The flight from Oakland to Seattle is under two hours and it’s barely enough time to get any shuteye. Instead, Kidd and I take advantage of the free booze and we keep the flight attendants busy. We’re not the only ones drinking, just two of the youngest, but legal is legal.

When we land I’ll be heading to my parents. It’s a luxury that we’re entitled to when we visit our hometowns. My parents live close enough to Safeco Field that it’s only a ten-minute drive. Sarah’s apartment is fifteen and if I have my way, I’ll be spending as much time with her as possible. She’s exactly what I need to get over this sour taste in my mouth.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay at the hotel?”

“Nah, my bed at home is waiting for me.”

When you’re single and on the road you can have a lot of fun. The cleat chaser’s know what hotels we stay at and most know our arrival schedules. We’ll be in town long before the bar closes and they’ll be looking for action.

“Shit, don’t you mean Sarah’s bed?” Kidd shakes his head as he downs his drink. If I hadn’t been so hung up on that certain baseball fan back in Boston, I would’ve had Sarah pick me up tonight, but when my mom called it was an automatic request. If I really wanted to, I could go to Sarah’s after visiting, or she could come over to my parents’ house. My mom may not understand, but she wouldn’t question Sarah’s presence at our house.

When the flight attendant comes back, she has new drinks for us, plus an assortment of snacks. I’m starving, but the short flight makes meal preparation a bit difficult. I’m hoping my mom has the refrigerator well stocked or she at least cooked a big meal today.

“Does she have a sister?”