The Ballpark at Arlington is the home of the Texas Rangers. When it comes to sports, I am a total homer. I love my home town teams. This building is amazing and so unique for this area. You will understand better when you see what sits next door, tomorrow.
“Dude, she’s here.” Adam said while pushing me out of the dugout. “I know. I see her.” Truth is, I had spotted her as soon as she entered the stadium. Three games in a row, she was here. Sitting in the same seat. Her red hair and pale skin was a contrast to the darker complexions in the stadium. She came alone and sat alone on the 3rd base line. “You going to go talk to her?” “Adam, I am a professional baseball player and I have a game to play.” “Your a chicken shit.” He yelled and trotted out to left field. He turned back one last time and tossed the ball to me. “If you don’t by the end of warm ups, then I will.” I threw the ball purposely over his head so he would have to jump to catch it. When he came back down, he tripped over the 2nd base. I looked over at her and she was laughing at him. I walked over and kicked the third base. I yelled for Samson on first to throw me the ball. It hit my glove with a thud. I retrieved it, threw it to Davis on second. Davis threw it back to Samson on first and back to me again, thud. I loved the sound of that thud. I peaked behind me and she smiled at me. I guess this was my chance. I headed over to the stands and handed her the ball, “First practice ball of the game goes to the prettiest girl in the stands.” She laughed. I walked back to the base and continued with warm ups. After warm ups, I look over to the red headed girl one more time before heading in the dugout. She tossed the ball to the third base coach. “Damn it.” I said out loud. Defeated, I went back into the locker room. “Dude, what happen?” Adam asked. “I guess she was immune to my charm.” I turn towards the 3rd base coach yelling my name. “Smith, here.” He tossed a ball at me. Instinctively, I caught it, thud.
I watched coach leave the locker room laughing. “What?” “Look at the ball, dumb ass.” Adam said.
Happy you finally took a swing. Home run. Call me. Amanda 555-4823
The Ballpark can be a romantic place.