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I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other. “Are you sober ” I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am." “Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook" Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes ” he said. “I cook.” “Do you usually wear a wife beater and ” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it ” He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#humor #kaleb-ballard #humor

As I grew up, I knew that as a building (Fenway Park) was on the level of Mount Olympus, the Pyramid at Giza, the nation's capitol, the czar's Winter Palace, and the Louvre — except, of course, that is better than all those inconsequential places ↗

— Bart Giamatti

#red-sox #baseball

A no-hitter is a freaky thing,' Tweet said. 'Most of the greatest pitchers never pitched one. It's a combination of a lot of little accidents. ↗

— Duane Decker

#baseball

Well, boys, it's a round ball and a round bat and you got to hit the ball square. ↗

— Joe Schultz

#baseball

The reporter asked, "why did you play so hard." "Because there might have been somebody in the stands today who'd never seen my play before, and might never see me again" -Joe DiMaggio ↗

— Joe DiMaggio

#joe-dimaggio #million-dollar-throw #sports #baseball

Like any good shaman, professional baseball player, or politician, my mother always answered questions with questions. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#baseball

More than any other American sport, baseball creates the magnetic, addictive illusion that it can almost be understood. ↗

— Thomas Boswell

#baseball

Playing baseball for pay - home run Teaching kids to play the game - priceless ↗

— Jack Perconte

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Vowels were something else. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him. There were only five of them, but they seemed to be everywhere. Why, you could go through twenty words without bumping into some of the shyer consonants, but it seemed as if you couldn't tiptoe past a syllable without waking up a vowel. Consonants, you knew pretty much where they stood, but you could never trust a vowel. To the old pitcher, they were like his own best knuckle ball come back to haunt him. In, out, up, down - not even the pitcher, much much less the batter, knew which way it would break. He kept swinging and missing. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#learning-to-read #vowels #baseball

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don’t look at him, she told herself. Don’t look— She looked. Sweet Jesus. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#hotty #irresistable #baseball