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Chapter 3: Baseball and screen names
The next day in English lit. the Dean's secretary came over the P. A. and said "Will the Varsity Baseball team and E.R. Jacobs please report to the mess hall."
"Hey Fulton, where's the mess hall?" I asked seeing how I slept in and barely made it to my first class.
"Go out this door, turn left, end of the hallway turn left again, then go down that hallway it's the only set of wooden trimmed glass doors on the right. Can't miss them." He said, "you are so lucky."
"Lucky? It's an all guy team, and they're sexist. I'd rather be here than there." I said then picked up my stuff and left. When I got inside it seemed that most of the team was there.
"What's up Coach Matthews?" One of the guys said as I took a seat unnoticed in the back.
"Guys I would like to introduce you to your new pitcher and teammate E.R. Jacobs. I've heard wonderful things about him. He's one of the best in the league. So you are to treat him like you do the rest of the team, w/ the utmost respect. I haven't met him-" Coach said.
"Her Sir." I said from the back, finally getting fed up.
"What?" Coach said.
"Her. You keep saying him and he, to be correct you should say her and she." I explained coming to the front.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"E.R. Jacobs, your new pitcher."
"You can't play for us. You're a…a…a girl."
"Yes I know but that's incredibly sexist and last time I checked I was still the best, and had a scholarship, thanks to the work of my big brothers. Would you like me to demonstrate? I'll do it any way anyone got a glove, a ball, and wants to catch?"
"Here." A guy said pulling out a catcher's mitt and walking down the mess hall, as he tossed me a baseball.
"You um you might want to back up a bit farther to decrease the pain in your hand." I said when he stopped about 6 feet short of regulation distance. He backed up and I threw a cold pitch (that's a pitch thrown without warming up) that he almost dropped.
"Do that again." The coach said, throwing me another ball. I rotated my arm once and pitched it. This time the catcher caught it and was thrown over backwards.
"That wasn't even my fastball." I said as he got up and pulled off his mitt.
"Coach could you take a look at my hand." He said as he walked up to Coach Matthews.
"Mike, she's a girl what could she have done to you?" Coach asked.
"Just look at it. Tom was never able to do that even at his peak with his fast curveball and she was throwing cold. That's 60 ½ feet. Cold coach." Mike said.
"You know there's only one person I've ever seen do that. You wouldn't by chance be related to…" One kid started.
"Christian and Ben Jacobs, most amazing powerhouse of the University of Tennessee? Why yes, they're my big brothers. Chris taught me to pitch when I was 11." I said.
"Coach who ever scouted her really knows what they're doing. They've said the powerhouse is the most amazing pitcher/catcher team anyone's ever seen it's like they're psychic or something. We actually have a chance to win this year." He said.
"Mike, go to the nurse that imprint needs ice and the rest of you back to class." Matthews said.
After class I was walking with Fulton and Adam to lunch. "Hey E.R., Fulton, Adam over here." Charlie yelled. I ended up between Charlie and Portman and across from Adam. "So what did you do your first day here. I heard you were pulled out of class."
"Yeah along with the rest of the Varsity baseball team. Basically I met the team and found out that a few of them have seen Chris and Ben play, and oh yeah sent their catcher to the nurse with an imprint of a baseball on his hand pitching cold. His name is Mike, he's a nice guy." I said as Dwayne stood up.
He came around behind my and started massaging my shoulder saying "Didn't Chris yell at you last time you dislocated your shoulder pitching cold?"
"He might have. I think. Maybe, alright fine, he did, don't give me that look." I said. "Oh that feels good. I knew there was some reason I kept you around."
"And it has nothing to do with my good looks or southern accent?"
"Oh ok maybe I'm a sucker for your accent but the back massages are definitely a plus."
Adam softly kicked me, and Portman gave me a dirty look while Charlie looked weird or at least the look he had was, he shrugged it off and turned to Jesse and started talking to him about some hockey move. I meanwhile leaned over to Portman. "Hey just cause I like that about Tex doesn't mean I don't like you any less. You got that Goose?" I whispered.
"Maverick?"
"Shush they'll get suspicious. Fulton gave me your screen name right before English lit this morning, and I just happened to remember our conversations over this summer and school year."
"Hey you got mine so shouldn't I get yours." Portman whispered.
"Got a pen and paper."
"I got a pen but I'm fresh out of paper."
"Give me your arm then."
"Haven't you heard of ink poisoning?" Dwayne asked watching carefully.
"Yeah but I'm too lazy to dig for paper." I answered finishing off the screen name.
"What are you two whispering about?" Charlie's harsh voice said into my ear.
So there you have it. Let me know what you think.