Fifty Shades of Silver Hair and Socks (6 page)

Chapter Nineteen

I’m not confused; I’m just well mixed. – Robert Frost

She sneaks away in the morning before I wake next to a warm spot. As I turn on the coffee machine, I notice a note on my kitchen nook.

Mormon, please meet me at the Padres’ game tonight, 6:30. I think you’ll love the seats. Bea.

I had not been to a game recently, so I was excited to go.
This might be a perfect opportunity to ... hm.
When I arrive at the stadium, she texts me that she’s already inside so I head to the gate. When they scan my ticket, the rep pulls me aside.

“Please wait here, Mr. Silver.”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all.”

The rep turns away and speaks into his transmitter.

“See that door at the base of the steps over there?”

“Yes.”

“Please wait there. Someone will come out to greet you.”

“Fine.”
What is she up to now?

After a few minutes, the door swings open.

“Hello, Mr. Silver, I’m Trevor Hoffman.”

“Holy shit! Sorry. It’s great to meet you. Call me Mormon.” I shake hands with the future Hall of Fame pitcher. Some fans see him and yell.

“Come on in.”

I follow Trevor into the underbelly of the stadium.

“So, are you excited?”

“Heck yes. I was here for your five-hundredth save.”

“Cool. Have you ever done this before?” Trevor asks as he leads me into a cage area and hands me a glove.

“What’s this?”

“You need to warm up,” he insists as he lifts the cage netting for us to enter.

“You’re going to play catch with me?”

“Sure. You don’t want to go out there cold.”

“Out where?”

“Dude, you’re throwing out the first pitch. Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Fuck.”

The nerves set in and my stomach cramps while I play catch with Trevor.

“My girl set this whole thing up as a surprise for me.”

“Damn. Well done on her part.”

“No kidding. She’s different, but I love her.”

“Different is good,” Trevor concurs as he throw me a change-up that completely fools me and flies beneath my glove, between my legs, to the net.

“Wow.”

“I could never throw as hard as most of the pitchers in the league, but by being different, I was able to succeed. If your woman is different, embrace her.”

“Oh, I plan to. I also have a little surprise for her.”

“Good!”

Chapter Twenty

Life is a flower of which love is the honey. – Victor Hugo

Trevor leads me out to the field and we stand by the dugout while the National Anthem plays. I glance toward our seats in the stands, looking for Bea. I don’t see her. When the song ends, Trevor slaps the ball into my glove.

“Go get her.”

Her?

The scoreboard shows “Tonight’s first pitch will be thrown by Mormon Silver.”
What a rush!

I jog across the pristine grass to the mound before thousands of fans. When I turn toward home plate, there’s no catcher. I look at Trevor. He smiles as the announcer chimes in over the loudspeaker.

“Ladies and gentleman, here to throw out the ceremonial first pitch is local writer, Mormon Silver. Here, as the first woman ever to catch a first pitch, is local celebrity, Bea Plastique.”
 

No way.

Bea jogs out to the field. She has a catcher’s mask on with a cute little Padres jersey, white baseball pants rolled up, and high, silver argyle socks. I shake my head. She slaps the mitt and crouches. She winks and smiles as she puts one finger down, giving me the sign to throw a fastball. I prefer something different.

The time is right.

I go into a wind up, kick my left leg, land, and throw the ball over the backstop, as high into the stadium as possible. The crowd gasps and laughs. Bea stands and turns to watch the ball sail up over the press box. She removes her mask as I approach her.

“Hey, Lovergirl.”

“What the heck was that? You suck as a pitcher.”

“Do I?”

“That had to be the wildest pitch ever thrown.”

I laugh as I reach into my pocket.

“Here comes an even wilder one. Catch.”

I toss the ring case to her. She catches it and looks at me puzzled. I meet her at the plate, and lower myself—getting my right knee dirty as Mom instructed. Bea gasps, drops the mask and mitt, and opens the case. I remove my mother’s engagement ring, take Bea’s left hand, and slide it over the first knuckle.

“I love you, Lovergirl. I want to spend the rest of my life playing games with you. Will you marry me?”

“YES!”

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My other books, available in paperback and e-book formats:

• Such a Nice Guy
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• Still a Nice Guy
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• Nice Meeting You
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• Just a Nice Guy
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• What a Nice Guy
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• Nice Knowing You
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