After his interview with Doctor Reid, Peter was actually awake and pumped to be taken out to the ballgame. He was going to be taken out to the crowd. He would buy some peanuts or Cracker Jacks. He wouldn't care if he ever came back! For it's root, root, root for the Orioles, he guessed, if they didn't win, he'd deal. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out at the old ballgame.
Anders had a baseball glove, cap, and jersey on as he stood outside waiting for the bus. (So they were an Angels cap and jersey. Hey, he didn't have a chance to get hold of Orioles stuff in time.)
To say he was fidgeting with excitement? That would be an understatement. What he was doing was more like dancing like a highly neurotic leadoff runner attempting to steal second from a paranoid pitcher on a hair trigger, while both of them were extremely high on speed.
"Morning, Carter! Ready as I'm ever going to be," Anders said, waving the non-gloved hand at her. "First baseball game ever! I feel like I should've gotten cleats, too."
"I'm sure they'll start losing again," Sam offered, trying to be helpful, but unsure what the proper response was in this situation. "So, no emotional ties to this game? Who're you rooting for?"
"You've never seen a live game before?" She gaped at him. "How it that possible? You're addicted to the sport, aren't you?"
She wondered if she should tell Anders that they wouldn't recruit him from the stands so cleats weren't a requirement, but decided not to burst his bubble.
"It might be the sports gods of karma looking down upon New York. The Knicks are terrible and the Yankees aren't doing as well as usual, might as well throw the Mets a bone. And then Atlanta will still come back from 13 games down to win the division," Peter said.
"I think I'm pullling for the Orioles. Might as well root, root, root for the home team, right?"
Anders bounced around, smacked his glove, and got down into a crouch like a middle infielder looking for the DP ball. "Is this going to end up being a whole new dangerous addiction for me?"
"Hey, I'll root for anyone who's playing against Cleveland," Sam said, shrugging. "And I don't think Atlanta has the chops to pull something like that off this year. God knows they don't have anything waiting for them on the farm team."
"They haven't had the chops before. And they've had nothing in the minors for a few years. And then they just keep doing it. I'm not ruling them out until the playoffs start and they're not in there," Peter said.
"What's your beef with Cleveland?" he asked, curious.
"Except for the part where no one had fun," Sam rolled her eyes. "Anyway, baseball game, here we come. Are you cheering for one team over another today?"
"I've noticed that tends to either win you friends or make you enemies, real fast, one way or the other." Anders pretended to field a two-hopper, spin, and throw to first.
"Er, yeah." Okay, Jonas wasn't so much with the crying these days, but she wasn't going to explain that to Peter. "Here's to Cleveland sucking the big one."
"The Yankees do many things to people, but they don't make anyone ambiguous," she snickered as she watched the play. Then yelled in her best announcer's voice (which wasn't very good), "And Anders throws to first, and the runner's...he's Out! Certainly looks like that guy's worth every penny he's being pain."
"Excellent. Actually, I don't do milk chocolate, either. I'm strictly a dark-chocolate guy." It was Anders's turn to use the line. "I knew I liked you, Carter."
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To say he was fidgeting with excitement? That would be an understatement. What he was doing was more like dancing like a highly neurotic leadoff runner attempting to steal second from a paranoid pitcher on a hair trigger, while both of them were extremely high on speed.
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She wondered if she should tell Anders that they wouldn't recruit him from the stands so cleats weren't a requirement, but decided not to burst his bubble.
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"I think I'm pullling for the Orioles. Might as well root, root, root for the home team, right?"
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"What's your beef with Cleveland?" he asked, curious.
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