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Oh my. Crash…

Cute? Baby ducks are cute, I HATE cute! I want to be exotic, and mysterious!

These are the ground rules. I hook up with one guy a season. Usually takes me a couple weeks to pick the guy – kinda my own spring training. And, well, you two are the most promising prospects of the season so far, so I just thought we should kinda get to know each other.

Listen, sweetheart, you shouldn’t listen to what a woman says when she’s in the throes of passion. They say the darndest things.

I believe in the Church of Baseball.

You most certainly did.

What do you believe in, then?

Because it doesn’t work that way, you fool!

Yes, I do.

I think probably with my love of four-legged creatures and hooves and everything, that in another lifetime I was probably Catherine the Great, or Francis of Assisi. I’m not sure which one. What do you think?

Right, honey, let’s get down to it. How was Ebby Calvin LaLoosh?

Well, actually, nobody on this planet ever really chooses each other. I mean, it’s all a question of quantum physics, molecular attraction, and timing. Why, there are laws we don’t understand that bring us together and tear us apart. Uh, it’s like pheromones. You get three ants together, they can’t do dick. You get 300 million of them, they can build a cathedral.

Honey, would you rather I were making love to him using your name, or making love to you using his name?

Oh, where are you going?

Baseball may be a religion full of magic, cosmic truth, and the fundamental ontological riddles of our time, but it’s also a job.

Yeah? Have you heard of Walt Whitman?

Honey, we all deserve to wear white.

Well of course I’m trying to seduce you, for God’s sake, and I’m doing a damn poor job of it…Aren’t I pretty?

I want you.

I’m trying to play with your body.

Walt Whitman once said, I see great things in baseball. It’s our game the American game. It will repair our losses and be a blessing to us.

Honey, you are a regular nuclear meltdown. You better cool off. Ha ha, ha ha!

Despite my rejection of most Judeo-Christian ethics, I am, within the framework of the baseball season, monogamous.

The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self awareness.

I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there’s no guilt in baseball, and it’s never boring…which makes it like sex. There’s never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn’t have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I’d never sleep with a player hitting under .250…not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there’s a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I’ve got a ballplayer alone, I’ll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. ‘Course, a guy’ll listen to anything if he thinks it’s foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. ‘Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball – now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s sake? It’s a long season and you gotta trust it. I’ve tried ‘em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.

  

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