Hey Rumbellers! I decided to fic one of my favorite movies of all time, For Love of the Game. I thought our favorite imp and beautiful bookworm were the best fit for the characters. Please note, though you don't have to love sports to enjoy this story, a big part of it IS about baseball. But there is even more about Rumbelle!
This story is a bit angsty…Ok, pretty angsty. But I promise there is payoff! This is literally the only movie I have outright cried at. Oh, and please note, this movie was made in 1999, and will be set in that time period, as a couple of the plot points rely on not having modern tech (no cell phones in this one! Lol)
This is a prologue. The chapters will be longer than this. Not sure how often I will update, since I am in the middle of another wip, but the good news is it is all outlined. Hope you enjoy!
I do NOT own the movie or the show, or any of the characters. This is merely a creative endeavor to showcase the stories and characters I love
All his life, baseball had been his world
From the moment he could stand, he had toddled around with a baseball and bat in hand.
Even as a child, he'd taken the game more seriously than his peers. While the other seven-year-olds had been watching clouds and digging in the infield dirt, Edward Gold had waited in the ready position, hand and glove on knees, for every single pitch.
As he grew, it continued.
Malcom, his father, a charismatic man who had missed his chance at the major-league level because of Edward's birth, spent hours and hours showing him how to hold a bat, how to field grounders, and how to pitch.
Sometimes Edward wondered which Malcom loved more: him, or the game. Was the time spent on the sweet-smelling ballfield grass for his benefit, or Malcom's?
But, as he loved the game just as much as his father, he never questioned it.
The intricacies of pitching fascinated Edward the most: Ball stitches were held like a horseshoe for the two-seam fastball, and sideways for the four-seam. Fingers trailing to one side of the stitching for a curve. Just the way the ball was held completely affected how the ball was thrown.
He quickly found he had a talent for pitching, and Malcom and Fiona, his mother, encouraged him every step of the way. Soon, scouts were eyeing him.
By the time he was in high school, he was a star known throughout the state. As soon as he graduated, he was drafted by the Detroit Tigers.
He had a long, and lustrous career, including a world series win and three Cy Young awards.
But today, as he walked through the New York airport with his team nearing the end of this season, years and years after all that had happened over his now-dwindling career, all he could think about was her.