I’m walking through the weight room after going to the clubhouse for something, and, oh, here comes a new guy. Now, because I am a baseball geek, and because I did the media guide, I know that this new guy is a former big leaguer, who has been assigned to Memphis to get game action because he didn’t in spring training. And he wasn’t around for the exhibition games, was still down in Florida. So I see him, and he looks at me, curious, I suppose, since I’m a girl, in the clubhouse. And I smile, a little, and figure he’ll either ignore me, or nod, like the rest of them do. But no! He stops, introduces himself, shakes my hand, and I can tell he likes the ladies, so I smile at him. He asks what I do, and I tell him. He says, “Oh, well, nobody will want to talk to me.” I say I could interview him, if he wanted. He says that’s okay, so I smile again and head on my way. 

 

Meanwhile, the marketing guy decides he is tired of asking the players to catch first pitches, because the Redbirds have 16 million every game, and the players can’t be bothered. So. He determines that S will start to do the asking instead. S works in the sales department and is blonde and hot with big boobs and a great body. (I really like her a lot, which is good, because otherwise I would have to hate her, for all those reasons I just mentioned.) Anyway, S is game to go down and ask, because all the hunky men are hot, even though she is married. S likes the former big leaguer, who is built like a Greek god so let's just call him The Magnificence (TM). 

"Um, well, he’s tall," she says. "And he winked at me." He is nice and friendly and flirty, which is fun, okay, sure, but he has blue eyes. Great blue eyes, actually, but still blue and therefore not my type. So this is fine.