The Legend of Aparajit "Silver" Pandey

[Silver]

Huge Argument with my parents today. I told them that I wanted to be a baseball player and that I had already entered myself for the draft. My mom got all weepy and started the typical Indian mother BS

"Why me...what did I ever to do to deserve a son like this" usually followed by beating her head against the wall. This is her routine everytime I do something wrong. Its pretty effective...if you haven't seen it for the last 18 years of your life.

"Ma, you're hitting your head on the wall a little too softly. Come on, now, put a little more spirit in it. You need some energy, some vigor. There you go, thats loads better."

My father...well he did the typical emotional Blackmail.

"Son I wanted you to go college, to Stanford. Do soemthing with your life. You certainly have the intelligence. You disapoint me."

"Dad, I love this game more than life itself. You wouldn't understand. Its done and I won't undo it"

"Thats it then?" My father had a kinda dangerous look in his eyes

"Yea...thats it."

"Well, you're not living in my house anymore then. Out you backstabber. Get out!!!"

And just like that I'm homeless, with my clothes, 50 dollars and a pack of Durex. Well at least until the draft...

[LeftyLeroux]

Hi ho Silver....Away!!!

"a pack of Durex"
hehehe

[StacyDlacy]

Please continue this. It has my attention already and looks to be a great story in the making.

[Silver]

glad u guys liked it...will continue for sure, just been a lil busy. Expect a post in an hour or so.

*edit: Can't spell for crap

[Silver]

Turns out the pack of Durex ended up being my most helpful tool.

So its two days after I've been kicked out of my house. I'm sitting in front of a coffee shop looking and feeling pretty dirty, when along comes this chick I dated back in 10th grade. Shes was in 12th at that time. Amanda.

"Silver, what are you doing out here in front of Starbucks? You look like you haven't taken a bath in months. Smell like it too."

So I tell her my whole sorid tale.

"Awww. Poor baby. You must be feeling real bad right now. Why don't you come on over to me and my roomates apartment. I'm sure we can put you up for a month or two until the draft."

I think she still likes me.

[Silver]

I spent an enjoyable two and a half months with Amanda and her roomate Carla. The food was good, the sleeping arangments were good and the entertainment was real good. But draft day is approaching and I have to move out soon. So after one final night of fun I move out and lodge up in the Sheraton the only five star hotel around here. I'm gonna get a signing bonus and I won't have to pay until I move out, and by that time I'll be drafted and have the money to pay for the bill. So why not live in the lap of luxury for a bit. I stay at the hotel for 5 days, work out at the gym have a little fun with a few of the ladies...just pass time.

But finally draft day rolls around. I get up at 5'o Clock and take a run around the block, to release my pent up energy. No good. I take a swim, Still no good. I decide to give up and I go to the lobby and turn on one of the laptops that the hotel has there. I go to Baseball America.com and check out my scouting sheet.

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First name: Aparajit
Last Name: Pandey
Number: 44
Birthdate: 11/11/1984
Age: 18
Height: 6'1
Weight: Heavy Mother****** (205)
Bats: Right
Throws: Right
Position: 1st Base

Aparajit Pandey, or Silver as he is better known as, is a hitter pure and simple. He can hit for avg. but will probably never win that batting title. His best seasons will probably see him hit around .315 to .320. hes got fair Gap and homerun power, but notihng explosive. Expect him to hit 20 homers, 25 doubles a year. He knows how to take a walk and when hes at his peak he'll take 80-90 a year. His defense is ok, but nothing sparkling and he cannot run for crap. He'd have a hard time getting to first on a ball hit into Triples Alley at Pac Bell park. If hes able to steal more than 1 base per season then I will be greatly surprised. he has no weakness against lefties, batting the same against Righties and Lefties.

Hes a fairly intelligent youth, Durable and Charismatic. Not a lot of natural strength but hes a hard worker, going to the gym 4-5 times a week in his high school. Personality type is that of a self-promoter. Cocky and Self-Confident.

Overall, he has the personality to get into the Majors and the work ethic and intelligence to stay there. He might be an all-star at some time in his career, but unless he spends his career at Coors or Arlington there is no chance of him being a HoF.

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So I can't be a HoFer, huh? Well I'll show those idiots.

[StacyDlacy]

TEASE! keep going.

[Silver]

9 o' Clock. The draft picks start to roll by. I see a couple of famous names going by. Vince Sinsi, Delmon Young, Richie Weeks. These guys are the supposed legends of this draft. *snort* legends my ass.

I mix my self a a quick coffee. The smart ass chick at the coffee counter has to make a snide remark.

"Have some coffee with your sugar".

Some people just can't keep their comments to themselves. As I sip my coffee I watch more names go by Adam Loweon, Adam Miller, Adam Something or the other. I'm rated as a 4 star guy some I'm thinking I'll get picked in the 2nd round. My favorite team the Giants have the fourth overall pick so I'm hoping to get nabed by them.

14th pick in the 1st round, the phone suddenly rings. 14th pick! I sputter out the coffee I just put my mouth, quickly straighten my tie and flip my cell open.

"Mr. Pandey here. How may I help you?"

"Hey Silver, its Amanda. I just wanted to remind you that you shouldn't forgot all the...fun...we had. Remember me when you're making your millions ok? Bye."

Damn that woman. Had my heart jumping all over the place. I sit back and relax in my chair for a bit as more names roll by. I'm thinking about talking a walk when the phone rings again. My eyes falsh to the screen. 20th pick. Too early. I flip the cell.

"Silver. Wasup?"

"Hi Silver. This is your coach, Henry. Remember me. I just wanted to make sure you're doing ok. I can't believe you're getting drafted. I'm so excited! I'm sure you're greatful for all those coaching sess..."

I hang up. Coaching sessions. *snort*. He benched me in my freshman and somphomore year, without giving me a chance to prove myself. Thanks a lot, Coach!

Another 10 picks or so roll by and its the end of the first round. I start getting a little anxious. Theres two relievers in front of me. Ryan Wagner and David Aardsama. 4 picks till The Giants are up. The Padres take Ryan Wagner with the first pick pretty quickly. Its the Chicago Whtie Sox turn. I wait...and wait...and wait. Its taking too long. Somethings wrong with my computer. I hit the refrech button. Nothing. Hit it again still nothing. Then my phone rings. Hell no.

"This is Aparajit Pandey. Can I help you?"

"Aparajit." he completely mispronounces my name. "This is Chicago White Sox GM. We picked you with our 2nd pick in the 2nd round. Thats funny ain't it? 2nd pick, 2nd round." He lets out a jovial laugh. "Well we decided to give u a signing bonus of 100,000. How do you like that?"

"100,000. Who're you kidding? 500,000 or I won't even consider it."

"150,000"

"400,000"

"200,000 and that's my last offer."

"300,000 and I'm giving it to you cheap there. I go for a year to college? Inflate my stats and I might be gone with the 2nd pick FIRST round."

"250,000! You youngsters these days"

"250,000. You got it. Send it to my Bank account. I'll give you the details."

As soon as I hang up, I start cursing. Chicago. Damn it. Never wanted to go there. And 250 G's is nothing. Can't even buy a good house with that. Oh well. Gotta get to Wisnton-Salem. *sigh*. Maybe I'll be able to get a good car, with the Bonus. I like those new Ferrari's they came out with.

[[WWBL]Batboy]

Did you get the car?