Dating Disaster: The Baseball Heckler


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Everyone loves baseball, except the umpire.

I love baseball. I've played it, scored it, treated player injuries and coached aspects of it. During almost every stage of my life, I have been involved with the sport—if not with a player or two—in some way. So, I was thrilled when the good-looking guy from a dinner party asked me out to an upcoming local Minor League baseball game! I hadn't spoken of baseball at all that evening and I took some liberties in assigning a deep significance to the fact that Jack had seemingly pulled my dream date out of thin air.

Between the party and game day, I sought some background information (known in baseball as a scouting report) on Jack from my friends who had hosted the event. No, he wasn't married. No, he didn't live with his mother. He owned his own home, worked out regularly, had a couple of degrees and worked in a family business. He was back to dating (let's call it free agency) after he and his long-time girlfriend called it quits over a rapidly ticking biological clock. Dating Disaster: I Kissed My Cousin

We began a comfortable conversation over burgers and beers near the ballpark. This was too good to be true. I hadn't tripped over anything, trashed his alma maters, got pepper wedged between my teeth or knocked over any drink or condiments onto his lap. Our conversation didn't focus on stupefying details about his work (or his workouts) and I never had to monitor my expression for boredom. Game time arrived before we knew it and in the rush to pay the bill, Jack casually mentioned that his brother would be at the park and he could introduce us after the game. I somehow barely registered this information: His brother was a player? A coach? The announcer?

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