Andruw Jones fell in love for the first time in his short but action-packed
life on a golf course in Atlanta while perspiring profusely. To be more
precise, he was appearing in a celebrity golf tournament for an Atlanta
based charity benefiting inner-city children. There were two reasons he
wasn't playing: one, it was the All-Star Break; two, his strikeout totals
were astronomical while his batting average was declining.
"Andruw, do you want a drink of water?" Javy Lopez inquired.
Andruw, who was busy mopping the sweat off of his forehead, jumped slightly. "What did you say?" he asked, one brow raised slightly. His voice held a slight accent, reminiscent of his native Curaçao. In the background, the classic hit Sugar Sugar by the Archies floated from the karaoke station. Marcus Giles, the younger brother of Pittsburgh slugger Brian Giles, was singing a duet with his older brother:
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you
(I just can't believe it's true)
I just can't believe the one to love this feeling to.
(I just can't believe it's true)
Ah sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Ah honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
When I kissed you, girl, I knew how sweet a kiss could be
(I know how sweet a kiss can be)
Like the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me
(Pour your sweetness over me)
Sugar, pour a little sugar on it honey,
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it oh yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey,
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey.....
Analy Lopez stumbled in her high heeled sandals and bumped her husband, splashing his water over his white polo shirt. "Sorry, Muffin," she cooed and nuzzled his neck.
A bitter taste washed up in Andruw's mouth, a sour, rancid, jealous taste. "What are you doing here?" he snapped rudely, then stopped in shock. "Why am I doing this?" he thought, confused. "I'm sorry, Analy," he blurted. "I don't know what came over me!"
"I don't either," Analy retorted snidely while Brian sang in the background:
Ah sugar
(Marcus chirps:) Bah-Bah BAH Bah Bah-Bah
(Brian:) Ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Oh honey, honey, sugar sugar..........
You are my candy girl........
"Analy, my Chiquita banana, why don't we go listen to the karaoke?" Javy suggested tactfully, leading his wife by the elbow and shooting one last glare at Andruw.
Andruw stood alone, his cheeks burning in shame, then noticed that his eyes were on the same level as Javy's shapely buns. "Ahh!" he exclaimed. "What's wrong with me?" Ever since he had that illegitimate child with a stripper, he had been acting strangely. Specifically, he suspected that he might not be heterosexual.
"Andruw, do you want a drink of water?" Javy Lopez inquired.
Andruw, who was busy mopping the sweat off of his forehead, jumped slightly. "What did you say?" he asked, one brow raised slightly. His voice held a slight accent, reminiscent of his native Curaçao. In the background, the classic hit Sugar Sugar by the Archies floated from the karaoke station. Marcus Giles, the younger brother of Pittsburgh slugger Brian Giles, was singing a duet with his older brother:
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you
(I just can't believe it's true)
I just can't believe the one to love this feeling to.
(I just can't believe it's true)
Ah sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Ah honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
When I kissed you, girl, I knew how sweet a kiss could be
(I know how sweet a kiss can be)
Like the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me
(Pour your sweetness over me)
Sugar, pour a little sugar on it honey,
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it oh yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey,
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey.....
Analy Lopez stumbled in her high heeled sandals and bumped her husband, splashing his water over his white polo shirt. "Sorry, Muffin," she cooed and nuzzled his neck.
A bitter taste washed up in Andruw's mouth, a sour, rancid, jealous taste. "What are you doing here?" he snapped rudely, then stopped in shock. "Why am I doing this?" he thought, confused. "I'm sorry, Analy," he blurted. "I don't know what came over me!"
"I don't either," Analy retorted snidely while Brian sang in the background:
Ah sugar
(Marcus chirps:) Bah-Bah BAH Bah Bah-Bah
(Brian:) Ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you.
Oh honey, honey, sugar sugar..........
You are my candy girl........
"Analy, my Chiquita banana, why don't we go listen to the karaoke?" Javy suggested tactfully, leading his wife by the elbow and shooting one last glare at Andruw.
Andruw stood alone, his cheeks burning in shame, then noticed that his eyes were on the same level as Javy's shapely buns. "Ahh!" he exclaimed. "What's wrong with me?" Ever since he had that illegitimate child with a stripper, he had been acting strangely. Specifically, he suspected that he might not be heterosexual.