With much respects toward Ungrateful dead and of course TIB, I hope to continue the pride of the player reports, they motivated me to do something I really wanted. It's a MLB-style league through Benny Phillips.
Benny Phillips was borned in the big apple. He loved everything about the city, the livliness, the smell which drove most people nuts, hell he even chuckled at the rudeness of some. He grew up as a C. By C, i mean center. He played basketball youth leagues and was actually pretty good through mid high-school. In his senior youth, he first picked up a bat. Maybe, it was because of his natural athletism, or he was born to be a baseball player, but Benny could play. He dominated the high school competition, with his speed and dazzling glove. His swing timing was still far from perfect, but his speed was able to cross it out for now.
While waiting to get drafted, he sat alongside his mother Loraine, and his best friend, Bretty. With the 13th pick, the somewhat struggling Boston Red Sox would draft Benny......
The next few days were a blur. The goodbyes,the excitement, the sadness... I loved it. The only thing I was sad about was leaving the city. I did not have much of a choice, I was off to sunny Sarasota in Florida, Boston's single a team. The Good thing the hurricane just passed
. Sarasota was beauitful, a lot different then what I was used to. The only thing similiar between the two, were they were both touristy. When i got their I checked my one suitcase into the Super 8, showered with my lucky melon shampoon and cucumber soap and got my clothes on. The plan was to stay in the Super 8 until an apartment option became available. I called a cab and was off.
The stadium was beautiful, a nice opened roof with the sun glaring down on us. I clutched my glove to my chest, and walked in. When I got in, everyone else was sitting down on the bench. A tall, skinny man with glasses and a short white beard, was staring me down. He was Charles Konnors. My new coach. He looked about 55.
"At least you smell good" I heard to disturb my thoughts.
"Sorry I'm late coach..." I groaned.
"Whats the smell?"
"Oh, its my cucumber soap, and melon shampoo" The team chuckled a bit.
"You must be Benny 'the fruit' Phillips"
The fruit, i chuckled to myself. I always wanted a nickname...
The team just stared for a moment, not sure whether to laugh or be scared, but just then Coach let out a holler of laughter, and the team joined in, and soon so did I. That would be the last time I laughed for the next month.....