Ok so I was lying, I know where the stadium is. About a mile down the road and then a half a mile to the left and BINGO you're there!

I arrived at the stadium and saw somewhere around 40 other players stretching on the field. Legs outstretched and joking around they all seemed very happy and relaxed to know they had a solid job for awhile. I, on the other hand, was very nervous meeting my coach for the first time.

"You Cat?" asked someone from the bleachers.

"Yes sir, Bob Cat, sir." I replied in my best manners trying to make a good impression.

"Go into the locker room and dress up. You're number 12, and you're our pitcher, for now." said the coach not even making eye contact.

My firt impression seemed better than his, but I'm a player and he's the coach. That was that and it will never change at any level of play that I go to.

I walked onto the grass and felt the warm cool green under my flip-flopped feet. It felt so nice as I walked towards the dugout. The only bad thing was that everybody on the entire team was eyeing me as I slowly walked into the club house. I felt the eyes leave my back and they all continued laughing and joking as I made my way to my locker.

The dressing room wasn't as nice as the ones in Railway Stadium, but they'd have to do for now.

I walked over to my locker and dropped my bags in front of it. I reached out my hand and took my black and red jersey off its hanger and felt the cotton in my hand and the stitched in number on the back. "I've never worn 12. It's my lucky number though...' I thought as I put it on over my white long sleeved shirt. Trust me, a purple cat in a black and red jersey looks hot! But that's just me...

My cleats were laced up and I put on my glove to go out and join the team. In my pocket was what they call "Newcomers Chew". It's a mixture of bazooka gum and sunflower seeds. The rookie's aren't allowed to chew the real stuff so we made this up and it works out fine.

The bright orange Florida sun blared into my eyes as I walked into the dugout so I decided to put on my sunglasses. All the other players eyed me as I took my spot in the back near the rookies.

"You new?" asked one of the players.

"Yeah... I just came from San Franbrisco County in California." I explained.

"I'm Butch Cassidy." he said as he outstretched his hand.

I hesitated a bit then reached out mine and met his in the middle with a tug.

"What's your name?" asked Butch.

"Oh, I'm Bob Cat. I'm a pitcher!" I said although the way I said made me really feel like a rookie.

The coach came out and started to talk.

"Afternoon boys," he said as he put on his cap. "How are you all doing? Oh wait... I don't care. We have a few new players on the team and when I call out your name I'd like you to stand up and tug on your cap." he told us as he paced infront of the front row.

"Cat."

I stood up and tugged my cap, feeling really stupid.

"Cassidy."

Butch stood up and tugged his cap.

"St. Claire."

A cow in the front stood up. Butch told me his name's Chuck.

"That's everybody. Why don't you all get acquainted and we can start practice." said Coach as he walked back into the dugout.

Everyone walked around shaking hands and talking when Chuck came up to Butch and I.

"Look's like were a union. The Rookies of South Beach Florida." he said with a chuckle.

We all shared a laugh as we realized we might remain teammates as well as a union for a long, long, time.