Post by Sofia on Dec 10, 2008 20:38:29 GMT -5
I am writing a short story about a retired baseball player. And I'm stuck. Help?
The Whippersnapper League
Ed Davy used to be a third baseman on the Baltimore Orioles, but now he was a retiree. You see, Ed was 39. 39 is quite an old age to be running and jumping around like a lunatic all day, isn¡¦t it? Ed thought so too. His retirement had first brought some congratulations on such a long and fruitful career, but eventually his friends decided they just had to tease him a little bit.
"You're an old man now, Eddy," one such friend said.
"You should take up knitting to pass the spare time," said another. After each one of these taunts, Ed would say something along the lines of, "What, do want me to go live in a retirement community?¡"
Until one day, when someone said, "That would be hilarious. You know what, you should."
"Should I?¨ Ed replied dryly.
"I betcha you wouldn't last a month, if you did go.¨
"Really? Well is that a bet, then?¨
That is how Ed Davy came to be on a plane headed to Rocky Creek Village in Florida. Oh, what had he gotten himself into?
~~~
After he unpacked, Ed went to the main building to meet his new neighbors. He stepped in the door to find a room full of seventy to ninety year olds. One of those seventy to ninety year olds stood up, pointed at Ed, and yelled, "Oh my god... You're Ed Davy, the third baseman for the Orioles. Why in the world are you here?!¨ This particular seventy to ninety year old was wearing an Orioles jersey with Ed's name emblazoned on the back.
There's not much you can say to something like this, so Ed just mumbled a hello and then said, "Well, I retired."
"So what if you retired? You're thirty-nine! Believe me, I know." cried the man
"Believe us, he knows," chorused the rest of the room.
"Well, yeah, I'm thirty-nine, I guess, but...¨
"Thirty-nine is no age to be hanging around with us old- Unless you're just a figment of my imagination, could I have your autograph"
Once the excitement had calmed down, Ed found out that the man's name was Bernie. Bernie and some of the other baseball enthusiasts at Rocky Creek wanted to create a baseball league, consisting of Rocky Creek along with other retirement communities in the area. Thinking this would be quite funny to watch, Ed decided to help them out. He called some of the other communities and together they all helped to create (drumroll, please) The Whippersnapper League.
~~~
Out of questions of fairness, Ed did not join the team. Instead, he became the coach. The first practice (try-outs weren¡¦t necessary, as there were so few people that actually wanted to join the team) was on Monday at 6 PM, right after the bingo game.
The Whippersnapper League
Ed Davy used to be a third baseman on the Baltimore Orioles, but now he was a retiree. You see, Ed was 39. 39 is quite an old age to be running and jumping around like a lunatic all day, isn¡¦t it? Ed thought so too. His retirement had first brought some congratulations on such a long and fruitful career, but eventually his friends decided they just had to tease him a little bit.
"You're an old man now, Eddy," one such friend said.
"You should take up knitting to pass the spare time," said another. After each one of these taunts, Ed would say something along the lines of, "What, do want me to go live in a retirement community?¡"
Until one day, when someone said, "That would be hilarious. You know what, you should."
"Should I?¨ Ed replied dryly.
"I betcha you wouldn't last a month, if you did go.¨
"Really? Well is that a bet, then?¨
That is how Ed Davy came to be on a plane headed to Rocky Creek Village in Florida. Oh, what had he gotten himself into?
~~~
After he unpacked, Ed went to the main building to meet his new neighbors. He stepped in the door to find a room full of seventy to ninety year olds. One of those seventy to ninety year olds stood up, pointed at Ed, and yelled, "Oh my god... You're Ed Davy, the third baseman for the Orioles. Why in the world are you here?!¨ This particular seventy to ninety year old was wearing an Orioles jersey with Ed's name emblazoned on the back.
There's not much you can say to something like this, so Ed just mumbled a hello and then said, "Well, I retired."
"So what if you retired? You're thirty-nine! Believe me, I know." cried the man
"Believe us, he knows," chorused the rest of the room.
"Well, yeah, I'm thirty-nine, I guess, but...¨
"Thirty-nine is no age to be hanging around with us old- Unless you're just a figment of my imagination, could I have your autograph"
Once the excitement had calmed down, Ed found out that the man's name was Bernie. Bernie and some of the other baseball enthusiasts at Rocky Creek wanted to create a baseball league, consisting of Rocky Creek along with other retirement communities in the area. Thinking this would be quite funny to watch, Ed decided to help them out. He called some of the other communities and together they all helped to create (drumroll, please) The Whippersnapper League.
~~~
Out of questions of fairness, Ed did not join the team. Instead, he became the coach. The first practice (try-outs weren¡¦t necessary, as there were so few people that actually wanted to join the team) was on Monday at 6 PM, right after the bingo game.
