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After a day of practice, we headed back to the apartments for some peace and quiet.
That girl was there again. Trying to talk to me again.
I finally found out that her name was Cheryl.
I looked for a way out.
"Hey, Chris! Don't you pitch tomorrow night?"
Chris Jones was cooking some burgers on the outdoor grill and looked over.
His face spoke volumes. 'Don't do this to me.'
I cracked a grin. "You really should come see Chris pitch tomorrow night, Cheryl. He is red hot and can really throw the ball."
"Oh?"
Cheryl turned to watch Chris cook. "And he can grill up a burger, too!" I added, helpfully.
A little while later, Chris began serving some of the guys burgers. When he came to me, he snarled. "You can cook your own damn burger, James!"
The next game was not a good one for Chris or the Miami Marlins. Everything fell apart in the sixth inning and St Petersburg rolled to an 8-1 win.
The next night, the Cardinals got a 2-run homer in the top of the first and carried that to a 4-2 victory.
We had lost three straight and four of our last five.
The next day, we went into the bottom of the ninth down 4-3 but Sandy tied the game with an RBI single to send it to extra innings.
The Cardinals got four hits in the top of the thirteenth but were greedy on the base paths and got nothing to show for it.
But in the fifteenth, St Petersburg exploded for seven runs!
They won 11-5 to complete the sweep.
In our ballpark.
And just like that, we were .500.
38-38.
Last edited by vrobx1; 01-08-2018 at 07:23 AM.
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