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remindmeofthe) wrote2005-04-26 06:17 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2005-04-26 06:17 pm
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Right. So I read this article last night, in which Pudge claims that he was really just being nice to the opposing pitcher and was misinterpreted. Totally. Just sweet as can be. What, you don't believe him?
Yeah, me either. (What an awesome weekend for bullshit - Trot was giving Brazelton information, Arroyo was pitching inside and he missed, and Pudge was being nice. I am way too amused.) So I was thinking about that at work today, and I ended up having to spool out the receipt tape.
It's so short that it's not even worth a header, so just a couple of notes.
NOTE THE FIRST: Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
offspeed and americanleaguer, who have both pestered given me information encouraged me to write Tigerslash the very millisecond I felt up for it. Uh, apparently I'm up for it. Who knew? I was certainly surprised.
NOTE THE SECOND: In other news, this is fiction and is intended to imply nothing about anyone mentioned. Or anyone not mentioned. Or anyone at all ever. 'Cos it's fiction.
Pudge is tying his cleats, one foot up on the bench, when the sports section lands in front of him. He squints at it, than looks up to see Jeremy smirking at him.
"Yes?"
"Just trying to support him?" The smirk is a full-fledged grin now. "Jesus, Pudge. Don't ever support me like that, okay?"
"Yeah, he'd enjoy it too much," Inge calls from across the room. Jeremy half-turns toward him, no doubt ready with some blistering retort on the subject of Inge's mother, when Inge continues, "Especially coming from you!" The amusement disappears instantly from Jeremy's face; he reddens and glares.
"Fuck you," he calls back, trying and failing to keep his tone light. He looks back at Pudge. "Bullshit. You know what he's like."
Pudge switches cleats, nods and chuckles like, Yeah, Inge is a character, all right.
Jeremy lets out a little breath of relief. "Yeah. So. Anyway. Good support. Right?"
"Right," Pudge says agreeably.
"Cool. Good." And Jeremy scoots out of the locker room, still red around the ears. Pudge shoots a stern look at Inge, who at least has the grace to look a bit sheepish.
Pudge picks up the paper, scans the front page, then folds it neatly. Jeremy's sudden new crush on him is the worst-kept secret in the clubhouse, but when it comes time to tell him that they all know, that'll be Pudge's job, not some big-mouthed infielder.
He rolls the paper into a little tube, smiling. When that time does come, he'll break the news very kindly indeed.
Those of you who would know, tell me the truth: Is it any good, or should I keep with the "wait till I know more about them" plan?
Yeah, me either. (What an awesome weekend for bullshit - Trot was giving Brazelton information, Arroyo was pitching inside and he missed, and Pudge was being nice. I am way too amused.) So I was thinking about that at work today, and I ended up having to spool out the receipt tape.
It's so short that it's not even worth a header, so just a couple of notes.
NOTE THE FIRST: Dedicated to
offspeed and americanleaguer, who have both NOTE THE SECOND: In other news, this is fiction and is intended to imply nothing about anyone mentioned. Or anyone not mentioned. Or anyone at all ever. 'Cos it's fiction.
Pudge is tying his cleats, one foot up on the bench, when the sports section lands in front of him. He squints at it, than looks up to see Jeremy smirking at him.
"Yes?"
"Just trying to support him?" The smirk is a full-fledged grin now. "Jesus, Pudge. Don't ever support me like that, okay?"
"Yeah, he'd enjoy it too much," Inge calls from across the room. Jeremy half-turns toward him, no doubt ready with some blistering retort on the subject of Inge's mother, when Inge continues, "Especially coming from you!" The amusement disappears instantly from Jeremy's face; he reddens and glares.
"Fuck you," he calls back, trying and failing to keep his tone light. He looks back at Pudge. "Bullshit. You know what he's like."
Pudge switches cleats, nods and chuckles like, Yeah, Inge is a character, all right.
Jeremy lets out a little breath of relief. "Yeah. So. Anyway. Good support. Right?"
"Right," Pudge says agreeably.
"Cool. Good." And Jeremy scoots out of the locker room, still red around the ears. Pudge shoots a stern look at Inge, who at least has the grace to look a bit sheepish.
Pudge picks up the paper, scans the front page, then folds it neatly. Jeremy's sudden new crush on him is the worst-kept secret in the clubhouse, but when it comes time to tell him that they all know, that'll be Pudge's job, not some big-mouthed infielder.
He rolls the paper into a little tube, smiling. When that time does come, he'll break the news very kindly indeed.
Those of you who would know, tell me the truth: Is it any good, or should I keep with the "wait till I know more about them" plan?