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Baseball Memoriesthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 2296 words)

Author: FallenAngel
Added: Jan 06 2001Views / Reads: 1650 / 1270 [77%]Story vote: 7.50 (2 votes)
A onetime high school romance is rekindled six years later.
 


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I got off the airplane and looked for Greg. It had been nearly six years since I last saw him, far too long in my opinion. We’d played baseball in high school together - I’d been the first girl on our school’s team ever, and the fastest pitcher our team had ever seen. Growing up with five brothers does that to you, I guess. Greg wasn’t the greatest player, but he was my catcher. I couldn’t stand him at first - he ogled at the way my uniform hugged my curves (well, they were made for guys), so I thought he was kind of dumb.

Weeks after practice began though, I had a crush on him. By then he’d calmed down, and I wasn’t such a big deal to him anymore, it seemed...I hated to admit it, but I was disappointed. I figured he wasn’t into tomboys, which I really wasn’t, but I was definitely athletic and not ultra-girly.

I’d resigned myself to just admiring him, not pursuing, until after a game we lost pitifully in the middle of the season. The coach gave the entire team a scalding talk in the dugout afterwards, and sent them on their way, except for Greg and me. He gave us a rougher going-over than he did the rest of the team, saying he counted on us. Greg and I were a pair that functioned together beautifully, and we needed to pass that on to the rest of the guys. I wasn’t used to being told I was doing something wrong, as I was the number one player. The coach walked away, leaving Greg and me to ourselves, and I began to cry. I could’ve kicked myself for it, and I tried so hard not to. The guys ...

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