A/N: I do not own Twilight nor do I own the Phillies nor do I own the Mets (not like I would want to. Sorry Mets Fans). If I owned any of the above I probably would not be writing on fanfiction. In this story EVERYONE IS HUMAN!!!! I'm a huge Phillies fan nothing will change that so if you don't like them you don't have to. However I decided I would mix my two loves Twilight and baseball. So enjoy and review. Rated T just in case however rating may go up you never know. I got this idea because the rivalry between the Mets and Phillies is much like the rivalry between Edward and Jacob (Jacob is on the Phillies because he is my favorite on my favorite team Sorry Edward and Mets fans).

Summary: Jacob Black is an All Star pitcher for the MLB particularly the Philadelphia Phillies. He has everything he would want a perfect career, a large house, a million of screaming fans and great teammates. However one thing is missing in his life, the perfect woman. Just when he think he found her she is swept off her feet by Edward the star player on the New York Mets. Now Jacob has to keep his head and heart in the game he loves in order to win the World Series and the heart of a new found love.

Jacob's P.O.V.

The idea of being a player in the major leagues was new a new concept to me. Even before I was born I knew I was destined for the MLB. All during her pregnancy my mom wore baseball affiliated clothing. Growing up my father Billy and I would watch every game. I was the star pitcher on my grade school and high school baseball teams. I was accepted into UCLA where I began as the left fielder. In my senior year a scout from the Philadelphia Phillies noticed my potential and offered me the chance of a lifetime, to workout with them team during Spring Training.

A couple days into training the manager Charlie Manuel offered me a spot on the team. And so began my career as the Rookie Pitcher for the Phillies. I was welcomed onto the team by all the players. My first game was my shining moment, it was us verses our long time rivals the New York Mets and after Jamie Moyer pitched the first five innings it was my opportunity to shine I pitched three perfect innings never giving up a run leaving the game open for Brad Lidge to finish the game. Batting wise I hit three singles and a grand slam winning the acceptance of the fans and the League. The Phillies took the game ten to eight.

That was a while ago about a year. Now I was standing on the pitchers mount warming up for the first game of the World Series throwing fast balls to Carlos Ruiz. That is when she caught my eye, Bella Swan, the brown haired brown eyed ball girl who chased after foul balls on the left field side and gave them to fans. I've had my eye on her since I first laid eyes on her at last year's home opener. She was 22 and five foot four. She looked amazing in her white and red pinstriped shorts and matching jersey with the team name written across a perfect match to my jersey except my shirt was semi- different, across the back were my last name Black and my lucky number 20 also the circle patch on my jersey with the initials HK in memory of the late Harry Kalas the greatest sports announcer in baseball history and the 2008 World Series Champions Patch on my sleeve.

"Hello and welcome to Citizens Bank Ball Park," Tom McCarthy the announcer of the night began his voice echoing through the stadium, "Watch as the defending World Champions the Philadelphia Phillies take on the New York Mets for a World Series title." The crowd's boos echoed through the stadium as each player in gray, blue and orange came out. It was their turn to warm up so our team left the field open to them, and with one quick glance at her was when I saw it. Edward Cullen number 55 on the Mets wooing my girl. Cullen has been giving the reputation for Most Valuable Player but not in the baseball world, he was the all time heartthrob to women in fact he ranked hotter than me last year on Sport Illustrated for woman. However long term relationship was never in his dictionary, the only love he has is for the game. He uses the same method each time to every woman, flatter them with how great he was with a bat invite them to dinner possibly to his house and after a series with a team he would leave her and never contact her again. It killed me to see Bella falling for his crap like every girl.

"Black, go warm up in the ball pen with Blanton and Romero," Charlie Manuel order taking me out of my revere. I nodded and walked onto the field with them passing Edward and Bella as we made our way. I noticed him giving her a slip of paper before turning to David Wright and began warning up. I groaned and Ruiz took notice. My love for Bella wasn't a secret to the team and Carlos apparently saw Cullen's charm working on her.

"Yo, man you don't need her," he said. "Just concentrate on winning the game." I nodded knowing he was trying to help. "And after the game win or lose we'll go out." I smiled as I took the ball he was handing me and walked across the way from him.

"Did you see him though? She was eating everything he was saying." I threw the ball and he caught it.

"Maybe she is like that. Pretty boy catches her eye and she automatically is his fan. Example Cole here," Carlos looked over to Hamels, "most girls are in love with his face they could care less what a baseball is all they think we do is run around in a diamond shape and catch balls."

"But she's not like that,"

"And you would know? You talked to her what like once," he said grinning through his mask.

"Three times thank you very much and she is not the type to do that," I threw the ball hard out of frustration.

"Say what you want, but there might be a girl in this sold out crowd wanting you to catch her eye and you know what she might just be better than this Bella girl,"

"Maybe," I said doubting his words.

Tom McCarthy's voice announced the beginning of the game by the welcoming the St. Hubert's chorus as the singers for the National Anthem. I took off my cap and turned around to the American Flag in the back of the park. After he introduced the players it was time for the game to begin. Cole pitched the first two innings giving up three runs in the first but recovering in the second and third innings. Joe Blanton keep the game four to one with the Mets winning for the next five innings. The eighth inning I pitched. I stuck the first two player out on strikes however when Edward was up to bat I lost my concentration. Envy and rage overcame me and the first two pitches I threw almost hit him. Ruiz called a time out and walked over to me placing his glove over his face.

"Concentrate, do not walk him. One more out concentrate," I nodded taking his advice to heart. He slapped my back and ran back to home plate crouched down and nodded. I threw a 95 mile per hour curve ball at him. Strike One. The next pitch was a slider he swung and missed strike two. The next pitch was sure to get him out a fast ball he swung and hit a pop up to center field. Shane Victorino caught it and the inning was over. I sat in the dugout awaiting my chance to bat. When I was up there where three men on base, Rollins, Utley and Howard, if I could hit a homer we would take the lead five to four. I took a deep breath as Sean Green threw a fast ball, I swung and it fouled out of play Bella caught it and gave it to a boy about the age of six that was sitting near her, she was so sweet and caring-

"Strike 1" the umpire called. Crap I need to focus. I watched as the ball came to me and hit it with everything I had. It flew on to the center field upper deck and the liberty bell rang symbolizing my homerun. The crowd cheered for me as I rounded the bases this is what I loved the most about the game, feeling like a rock star and saving the game. I met the other players at home plate and was congratulated with high fives. It wasn't long till "lights out" Lidge finished the game leaving it five to four. I was dubbed Chevrolet player of the game and Shane Victorino came out of the dugout with his plate of shaving cream and smashed it in my face, a tradition he did for every player that gets player of the game.

We lined up out of good sportsman ship and slapped the other players hands however when I got to Edward he glared at me and I returned the glare. I went to the locker room got a shower and dressed in a casual outfit dark jeans and a black t-shirt and a shorts jacket overtop. I waited in the dug out for Ruiz and the others, that was when I witnessed the inevitable. Bella was dressed in jeans and a blue tank top walking next to Edward who had his hand around her hip. He handed her something and when she held it up I knew what it was. A small autographed Mets Jersey with his name on the back, she put it on a perfect fit for a girl as small as she was. She smiled before standing on tip toes to kiss him.

"I was right," Ruiz's voice said staring at the scene unfolding.

"Yea, I just thought she's be different,"

"That's the problem when you start out in the League so young you need to find a girl it is hard to know who's real when you have money and looks,"

"I guess you are right,"

"You know what, we are going out clubbing with the guys you'll meet someone,"

"What makes you so sure?" I questioned.

"You are twenty- four years old, you are six foot six, and tan. Every girl wants that,"

"Apparently not Bella," Jimmy Rollins said jokingly,

"Who cares we all know where she'll end up," Shane Victorino said smiling, "besides Carlos is right your tall, dark and handsome you'll find the right girl."

I was the youngest player on the team so it was expected for them to try and make me feel better. "Fine," I said caving in, "I'll forget her and well have some fun tonight," the guys cheered and we left the dug out and made our way to the parking garage.

A/N: Alright so you've got a taste of what this story is about. Should I continue or drop it let me know R and R. And I'm always up for suggestions in my stories. Also I'm looking for a Beta if interested let me know thank you.

-Kait