| Play Ball |
[21 May 2009|12:03pm] |
Faith couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a baseball game.
Her seat on the third row of the second deck on the third-base side of U.S. Cellular Field -- which some of the locals still called Comiskey Park -- was easily the best seat the Slayer ever had, though at least she had a ticket this time. Thanks to Hayden, she was able to "legally" enjoy a White Sox game; part of the Christmas present he'd given her was a four-pack of White Sox tickets.
Halfway through her first hot dog and holding a cold beer in her left hand, Faith smiled. She had to bring a friend the next time she came. Maybe she'd ask Avery. Did he like baseball?
Even from her elevated perch, Faith could hear the slap of the leather when the ball flew into the catcher's mitt. The crack of the bat still echoed in the Slayer's ears, and she smiled every time the ball flew off the bat with the accompanying puff of resin dust.
( Adopting a new team )
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| Pushing Those Limits |
[21 May 2009|07:54pm] |
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At three in the morning the streets of Chicago were practically empty except for a stray cab here and there, meaning the long stretches of tarmac were free to anybody to roam. Perfect for those adrenaline fueled junkies that got a kick out of pushing themselves to the limit, hitting the gas and seeing how far and how fast they could go.
Street racing - it was highly illegal, but exactly what a stressed out overworked doctor with a weakness for adrenaline rushes needed. Alec had his friend from work to thank for having found out about the races, without him he never would have gotten near the place. He'd said something about vouching for Alec.
It was risky, anything could happen, one wrong fall and you could quite easily wipe yourself out, but hell, that was half the fun.
Alec had watched several races, winced at a couple and then talked to the guys involved. Thankfully he could strike up conversation with pretty much anyone so getting to know about the races was easy enough. The circuit was well known amongst the more seasoned riders and they took their time in detailing it to Alec, pausing only long enough to ask about his curiosity. It was then that he admitted he wanted to race, get involved and see how well or badly he did at it.
( Ready... Steady... Go! )
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