This is my one (and probably only) sportsfic. I wanted to have the staff doing something fun in a story…and here it is! This is Dwangela centric.
I'd like to place it in the same universe as my other fic 'Clouds Over Scranton', but it's not essential that you read that one in order to comprehend this one. Just know that Andy is not here, and Dwight and Angela are in an open relationship.
I own nothing…And I hardly know anything about baseball.
"Attention everyone! Attention!" Michael Scott yelled standing up in the front of the bus, "I want to see everyone's A-game today! Literally!"
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"Today is the Dunder-Mifflin/Office Depot baseball game." Michael announced with a huge grin. Behind him, his workers were warming up half-heartedly. "Every year the company alternates who plays, and this is or year. Last year Utica lost so bad…Blegh…We have to save the face of Dunder Mifflin."
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"I hate baseball." Angela said, before shaking her head and walking back over to where Dwight was throwing her practice pitches.
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"Well, baseball's not necessarily my forte, but I hope to do well." Jim stated as him and Kevin tossed the ball back and forth. "I mean…I think I'm qualified enough to beat a bunch of middle-aged men who spend the majority of their time stocking shelves."
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"Everybody! Everyone! Line up!" Michael shouted clapping his hands. Everyone stopped their warm-ups and lined up against the fields fence. "I just found out that we are on the field first! And I…Will be the short stop…And Jimbo will be pitcher."
"No Michael, I want to pitch." Dwight argued.
"Jim's pitcher Dwight! He's got a better…form…"
"Actually Michael, maybe Dwight would be better." Jim said reluctantly giving Dwight a semblance of a compliment. "I have never pitched in my life."
Michael sighed and threw his arms into the air. "Fine, Dwight can pitch, and Jim can work the outfield with Pam, Kelly, and Meredith…It'll be the GIRL section." Jim shrugged and looked at the camera.
"I can do third base Michael." Phyllis stated raising her hand shyly.
"Aw…that's cute Phyllis…Okay…We'll see how that works out." Michael said patronizingly to her. "Angela, you can be catcher…since your probably don't even need to squat…" He chuckled before he looked back at the field to see what he missed. Angela gave him a glower as Dwight touched her shoulder comfortingly. "Kevin, you will be first base…And Stanley is second."
"Michael, I think there's a little more to it than just placing people places…" Oscar sighed.
"Silence my little Spaniard. You need your strength…for you…are my star hitter." Michael smiled proudly and put his arm around the Hispanic accountant. His eyes fell when he saw Toby. "Oh…Yuck…You can be a base runner if someone can't fulfill their duties."
"I can pitch pretty good Michael…"
"Shut up…that position was taken!" Michael held up his hand and looked around. "Where's Creed?" He demanded.
"He missed the bus." Pam informed him.
Michael thought to look into the matter more, but decided it against it when he actually considered the lack of value Creed would bring to their team.
"Okay! Let's do this!"
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"I am a fiercely competitive sportsman." Dwight said proudly. "The Schrute family actually partakes in a game quite similar to baseball every Independence Day. It's called Kopf Geld. It involves taking the skull of a wild boar and hitting it back and forth with iron rods until a man makes it all the way around the ring of chicken feathers. It's the most fun when it's played by moonlight."
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"Okay Monkey, just follow the ball with your eyes and you'll be sure to catch it." Dwight said as he placed the mask over the tiny woman's helmet.
"I can hardly see through this Dwight." Angela muttered as he led her to her position behind the batter's plate. The catcher's pad set was clearly made for someone much bigger than her. The chest pad hung down to her knees and the mask fell over her eyes. The leg and kneepads made it difficult for her to walk.
"Safety first my love. Good luck." He kissed the top of her helmet before rushing over to the pitcher's mound.
"Alright everybody, I'm coming!" Michael shouted taking off his sweatshirt and tossing it in the dugout. Jim stared at his boss's shirt as they crossed paths on the way out to the field. It was a baseball shirt-white with dark blue sleeves-that was tight around the arms and midsection, but loose in the chest.
"Is that…Jan's shirt?" Jim asked with a tiny smirk.
"Why would you think that?" Michael demanded defensively. Jim gestured the torso of the top pointedly. "Fine. Fine. Yes this is Jan's. It's the only blue shirt I could find that was okay to get dirty."
"Michael, I'm sure they would have made an exception…" Pam said trying to hold back a laugh.
"No Pam! We have to wear blue! And them red! If I didn't wear our team color, than I'd be some kind of…freak."
"Heaven forbid you look freakish." Jim muttered giving Pam a 'good luck' high five before they parted ways in the outfield.
Meanwhile, Dwight continued to toss practice pitches to Angela, who only managed to stop them with her stomach resulting in her having to bend over awkwardly to pick it up. "You're doing great Monkey!"
"Shut up…" Game a low grunt from inside the mask.
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They had gotten two outs a good fifteen minutes into the first inning, and that was because the second batter for Office Depot was blind in his left eye, and had trouble actually seeing the ball.
"Get him Dwight!" Michael shouted as a large man with a crew cut stepped up to the plate.
"You might wanna back up doll." He warned Angela, who tried to take a step backwards only to end up falling back into the umpire.
"Sorry…again…" She dejectedly muttered as he set her back on her feet.
Dwight got over his momentary concern for his accountant before focusing all of concentration on the perfect pitch.
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"Ever since we heard that we would be participating in a baseball game, Dwight has had me in the back yard almost every other night so he could practice forming the pitch above all pitches." Angela said taking a large sip of water; her face was red and sweaty. "I wish he would have told me that I should have been practicing in a suit of fire."
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Stanley, in rare form, was poised and ready for anything that was coming his way. Kevin looked a little frightened, and Phyllis looked content. Michael was pacing back and forth between second and third base shouting digs at the other team.
"Hey BATTA, BATTA! Let's see it BATTA!" He taunted over and over again. The large man at the plate shook his head and braced himself to hit.
Angela slowly scooted backwards as the bat seemed to get closer and closer to her. 'Santos'-which is what his team called him-hitched up his bat and made a steady eye contact with Dwight, in an attempt to rattle him, but the salesman was undeterred.
Standing straight up, Dwight reared his arm up and around and thrust the ball into a curve in the man's direction. A swing and a miss.
"Go Dwight!" He heard his girlfriend exclaim from deep within her helmet. He smiled that they could exchange such personal pleasantries now that they had signed their 'Love Contract'.
After her little form of motivation, he hurled another fast pitch. Santos swung and got another strike. Cheers were elicited from the outfield and bleachers. Angela would have clapped if her arms could have of come together.
Ready to finish the inning, Dwight refocused as he brought the ball level with his face and stared at Santos with intensity. After a long five seconds, Dwight made his third pitch.
Santos got a piece of it, knocking it into the air right down the third base foul line. Phyllis caught it before it could hit the ground.
"Out!" The Umpire shouted.
The first inning was over. The score was: Office Depot: 0; Dunder Mifflin: 0.
Chapter one…COMPLETE! I shall upload chapter two…when I finish it…DUH!