I own none of the rights to the characters of Third Watch, or to the Yankees, their stadium, their franchise or anything. This is just for fun and in keeping with my love of the Yankees and Third Watch. Hope you enjoy and - oh yeah - GO YANKEES!!!
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A Day At The Stadium - Chapter 2
Faith said, "Sully, I can't believe you did that. What's more, I can't believe that Bosco actually went along with it!"
"Yeah - I guess he's got a personality after all," teased Sully, after which Faith promptly punched him in the arm. "Hey - don't be picking on my partner!" she kidded.
Kim was standing there with her mouth hanging open. Jimmy looked at her, nudged her, and said, "Kimmy, what's the matter?"
"Well, I was just wondering how in the world we're going to get Joey back? They're not gonna let us down there," she responded, looking over at her son in Bosco's arms.
"I think the bigger question is, does Bosco know what to do with a kid?" Carlos joked, causing Kim some more alarm.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that Bosco can't lose him because Joey won't be wandering too far away from that dugout," reasoned Faith.
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Bosco put Joey down on the ground as Ty came over and rubbed the top of his head, "Hey, little man, how'd you get yourself down here?"
"Sully sent him down here," Bosco said, clearly irritated. "He told the kid to call me 'Uncle Bosco' and say that he was lost from his Mom and Dad," he continued bitterly.
Ty just laughed and shook his head, "I didn't know Sul had it in him to be deceptive."
"Yeah, well now what am I supposed to do with him? I ain't no babysitter Davis," complained Bosco.
"Bosco, don't sweat it. Just wander over toward the dugout and the players, get a couple to talk to the kid and then send him back up to Jimmy and Kim," Ty explained, looking up and waving at the group up in the stands.
"Whatever!" Bosco said. He grabbed Joey's hand and said, "C'mon kid. Let's get this over with."
"Well, who do we have here?" came a voice from the dugout behind Joey. It was one of the team's assistants. "This must be the new batboy we've been expecting. You're late. Well, you better get in here to the locker room and get your uniform on - just pick the one that fits you. It's almost game time so you better hustle up," he added, nodding to Bosco in thanks for bringing the boy over.
Bosco was about to correct the guy but Ty grabbed his arm and signaled to him to let it go. Bosco just smirked and told Joey not to go anywhere but in the locker room and back out where he could keep an eye on him.
Joey's eyes got wider and just about popped out of his head as the team assistant brought him into the locker room through the dugout. He passed the Manager, Joe Torre, who was standing there talking to the team owner, George Steinbrenner, and some other members of the franchise. Mr. Torre saw the look on Joey's face out of the corner of his eye and winked at him and tousled his hair as he walked by. Joey suddenly realized that the team assistant was saying something to him that sounded vaguely like instructions and that he better start listening.
As he was getting his uniform on, Joey listened as the assistant was telling him about his duties. He nodded that he understood and was told to head back out toward the dugout because there was only a few minutes to game time.
Joey thanked the assistant and headed back out the way he came in, passing some of the players that were coming in for last minute things before the game started. As he rounded the last corner, he collided with Jason Giambi and fell to the ground.
"Hey, sorry about that," said Jason as he helped Joey up and brushed him off. "Hope I didn't hurt you. Hi. I'm Jason Giambi," he said as he held out his hand to shake with Joey.
"Hey, Mr. Giambi," Joey started, but was interrupted by Jason. "You can call me Jason. Mr. Giambi is my Dad."
"Okay, Jason. Thanks. I'm Joey Doherty. Have a great game today," said Joey. "Thanks, you too Joey," Jason said as he headed on his way.
As he watched Jason walk away, he felt someone grab the new baseball cap off his head. He turned around to see Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada. Derek had his cap in his hand, shaping the brim, and said, "Hey, you gotta break in the brim like this."
"Yeah," said Jorge. "Unless your gonna be a catcher, then you just wear it like this," he said as he grabbed the cap from Derek and placed it on Joey's head backwards.
"Thanks," was all Joey could manage to say as the two players patted him on the back and walked away, talking and joking back and forth.
"Dad is never gonna believe this!" thought Joey to himself. He walked back out into the dugout and looked around. Bosco caught site of him and gave him a 'thumbs-up' sign as he motioned for him to sit down in the dugout.
He looked around for where he should sit and someone motioned for him to sit down on the bench next to him and another man. It was Don Zimmer and Mel Stottlemyer! "Man, this just keeps getting better and better!" he said out loud to himself. Both men laughed and moved over to make room for Joey to sit down.
Just then, the music queued and the Yankees ran out of the dugout to take the field and crowd began to roar. Alfonso Soriano walked up to the plate and took a few practice swings while the Red Sox pitcher finished warming up. Derek Jeter was taking batting swings in the on deck circle and the Umpire yelled, "Play Ball!"
As Soriano swung at the first pitch and started the Yankees off with a home run, Bosco pulled out his cell phone and punched in Faith's cell phone number as the crowd came to life.
"Yokas!" Faith yelled over the noise, holding her hand over her other ear. "Yeah, it's me," said Bosco. "Give your phone to Doherty will ya?" he said. "Be nice, Bosco," Faith warned as she handed the phone over to Jimmy and said, "It's Bosco."
"Hey Bos! Where do you want me to come get Joey?" Jimmy asked, standing to head down as soon as Bosco told him where to go.
"You might want to take a look at the kid picking up Soriano's bat from alongside the first base line," said Bosco, chuckling.
"Oh my God!" yelled Jimmy. "Kim, look at the batboy!" yelled Jimmy to Kim, handing her the binoculars he brought with him. "Bosco, you're the best! I don't care what Sully says about you," Jimmy exclaimed.
"Bite me, Doherty. Just meet me at the NYPD office after the game," Bosco snorted into the phone before hanging up.
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TBC - (if you think I should.)
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A Day At The Stadium - Chapter 2
Faith said, "Sully, I can't believe you did that. What's more, I can't believe that Bosco actually went along with it!"
"Yeah - I guess he's got a personality after all," teased Sully, after which Faith promptly punched him in the arm. "Hey - don't be picking on my partner!" she kidded.
Kim was standing there with her mouth hanging open. Jimmy looked at her, nudged her, and said, "Kimmy, what's the matter?"
"Well, I was just wondering how in the world we're going to get Joey back? They're not gonna let us down there," she responded, looking over at her son in Bosco's arms.
"I think the bigger question is, does Bosco know what to do with a kid?" Carlos joked, causing Kim some more alarm.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that Bosco can't lose him because Joey won't be wandering too far away from that dugout," reasoned Faith.
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Bosco put Joey down on the ground as Ty came over and rubbed the top of his head, "Hey, little man, how'd you get yourself down here?"
"Sully sent him down here," Bosco said, clearly irritated. "He told the kid to call me 'Uncle Bosco' and say that he was lost from his Mom and Dad," he continued bitterly.
Ty just laughed and shook his head, "I didn't know Sul had it in him to be deceptive."
"Yeah, well now what am I supposed to do with him? I ain't no babysitter Davis," complained Bosco.
"Bosco, don't sweat it. Just wander over toward the dugout and the players, get a couple to talk to the kid and then send him back up to Jimmy and Kim," Ty explained, looking up and waving at the group up in the stands.
"Whatever!" Bosco said. He grabbed Joey's hand and said, "C'mon kid. Let's get this over with."
"Well, who do we have here?" came a voice from the dugout behind Joey. It was one of the team's assistants. "This must be the new batboy we've been expecting. You're late. Well, you better get in here to the locker room and get your uniform on - just pick the one that fits you. It's almost game time so you better hustle up," he added, nodding to Bosco in thanks for bringing the boy over.
Bosco was about to correct the guy but Ty grabbed his arm and signaled to him to let it go. Bosco just smirked and told Joey not to go anywhere but in the locker room and back out where he could keep an eye on him.
Joey's eyes got wider and just about popped out of his head as the team assistant brought him into the locker room through the dugout. He passed the Manager, Joe Torre, who was standing there talking to the team owner, George Steinbrenner, and some other members of the franchise. Mr. Torre saw the look on Joey's face out of the corner of his eye and winked at him and tousled his hair as he walked by. Joey suddenly realized that the team assistant was saying something to him that sounded vaguely like instructions and that he better start listening.
As he was getting his uniform on, Joey listened as the assistant was telling him about his duties. He nodded that he understood and was told to head back out toward the dugout because there was only a few minutes to game time.
Joey thanked the assistant and headed back out the way he came in, passing some of the players that were coming in for last minute things before the game started. As he rounded the last corner, he collided with Jason Giambi and fell to the ground.
"Hey, sorry about that," said Jason as he helped Joey up and brushed him off. "Hope I didn't hurt you. Hi. I'm Jason Giambi," he said as he held out his hand to shake with Joey.
"Hey, Mr. Giambi," Joey started, but was interrupted by Jason. "You can call me Jason. Mr. Giambi is my Dad."
"Okay, Jason. Thanks. I'm Joey Doherty. Have a great game today," said Joey. "Thanks, you too Joey," Jason said as he headed on his way.
As he watched Jason walk away, he felt someone grab the new baseball cap off his head. He turned around to see Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada. Derek had his cap in his hand, shaping the brim, and said, "Hey, you gotta break in the brim like this."
"Yeah," said Jorge. "Unless your gonna be a catcher, then you just wear it like this," he said as he grabbed the cap from Derek and placed it on Joey's head backwards.
"Thanks," was all Joey could manage to say as the two players patted him on the back and walked away, talking and joking back and forth.
"Dad is never gonna believe this!" thought Joey to himself. He walked back out into the dugout and looked around. Bosco caught site of him and gave him a 'thumbs-up' sign as he motioned for him to sit down in the dugout.
He looked around for where he should sit and someone motioned for him to sit down on the bench next to him and another man. It was Don Zimmer and Mel Stottlemyer! "Man, this just keeps getting better and better!" he said out loud to himself. Both men laughed and moved over to make room for Joey to sit down.
Just then, the music queued and the Yankees ran out of the dugout to take the field and crowd began to roar. Alfonso Soriano walked up to the plate and took a few practice swings while the Red Sox pitcher finished warming up. Derek Jeter was taking batting swings in the on deck circle and the Umpire yelled, "Play Ball!"
As Soriano swung at the first pitch and started the Yankees off with a home run, Bosco pulled out his cell phone and punched in Faith's cell phone number as the crowd came to life.
"Yokas!" Faith yelled over the noise, holding her hand over her other ear. "Yeah, it's me," said Bosco. "Give your phone to Doherty will ya?" he said. "Be nice, Bosco," Faith warned as she handed the phone over to Jimmy and said, "It's Bosco."
"Hey Bos! Where do you want me to come get Joey?" Jimmy asked, standing to head down as soon as Bosco told him where to go.
"You might want to take a look at the kid picking up Soriano's bat from alongside the first base line," said Bosco, chuckling.
"Oh my God!" yelled Jimmy. "Kim, look at the batboy!" yelled Jimmy to Kim, handing her the binoculars he brought with him. "Bosco, you're the best! I don't care what Sully says about you," Jimmy exclaimed.
"Bite me, Doherty. Just meet me at the NYPD office after the game," Bosco snorted into the phone before hanging up.
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TBC - (if you think I should.)