First of all, I present Eric Burdon and the Animals, doing “House of the Rising Sun”, because OMG THEY WERE SO DAMNED YOUNG. I always imagined Eric looking, well, sort of thirty-ish and scarred and tough, but this kid looks barely young enough to be smoking behind the gas station, and his band mates aren’t any older. (Yes, I know they’re lip-syncing for the video, but dammit, that kid had to sing this song at least once, right?)
So, since they won’t let me embed it in my blog, go see it on YouTube— it’s fairly amazing.
I’ve actually had my head pretty far down the creativity rabbit hole–honestly, it makes it hard to blog.
But I HAVE finished a book called Seasons in the Sun (tentatively) and its the first in a series of what should be seven books set mostly in the minor league baseball team called the Sacramento Mud Wumpets.
No, I don’t know what a Mud Wumpet is, but seriously, I’d go see them play.
Since the book won’t be out for a while–and, yes, it’s my first time writing het in a while–I thought I’d give you a snippet of it, just to, you know, get your toes wet.
Also, nothing interesting at all is going on inside my head except knitting and writing the fourth Manny book.
So, here you go.
Mud Wumpets. Enjoy.
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the first inning of the practice game and tried to decide if he had enough
juice in his arm to beat the little bastard up.
tight, lifting his leg to counterbalance, throwing his arm out, sweeping his
leg back and…. Boom! Boofuckinyah!
chuckled to himself.
so don’t worry about bringing the heat. We’re just practicing today, right?”
“Gee, Augie, you didn’t have to sizzle the poor little bastard.”
board when he was batting. Only the people who knew him before pro-ball called
and showed his teeth. “Sure.”
officially pre-season–little Elvis Macklemore had to go ice his hand and Rufus
Cowell, the pitching coach, was up in Gus’s grill.
on the concrete of the dugout. He didn’t chew tobacco anymore—just gum. But
Rufus was in his fifties, grizzled and sardonic, with jowls and a day’s growth
of graying stubble at any time. Gus figured he just liked to spit.
with a stick to shut him down. That’s adult, Methuselah. That’ll get you
through another season.”
kid,” he muttered. “Here—I’ll go to med bay and get you some.”
friend in college. Curly hair, brown eyes, a sweet little pursed mouth. Yeah.
Poor Tanner, following Jeremiah around, loyal as a puppy.
you take the scholarship, take the paycheck, take the material gain for that
thing you love, the clock starts ticking. Nobody likes to hear it—you
“Well, don’t let old bastards like me bother you. It’s a good game. Just, you
know. Treat it with respect.”
faded and Gus felt marginally better.
corner, looking surreptitiously at the guys in the shower, and Gus felt a sort
of yank in his chest.
about what it could mean if he spoke up, said, “Hey, it’s okay—don’t grab
anybody’s ass, but nobody’s going to know if you don’t tell them.”
Tanner and find out,” he checked his phone and smiled.
Jer Saturday. Bring dessert. Inviting Juniper too. Well, it made sense. The
season began in earnest next week. The blessings of a really early Easter and
spring training were an extra week on the schedule to have practice games.
much? But Gus was smiling. Haven’t
said hi since Christmas!
too, you arrogant fuck.
over. I might even bring dessert.
thing about Juni?
clear of each other. Of course, for some of those years, Gus had been playing
for Atlanta, but for the last few months, he’d been here in Sacramento, within
spitting distance of the first girl he’d ever loved.
party every year had burned. A different guy, every year, every one of them
with glasses and a beard—hell, the last one had a man bun.
blind to the treasure at their side.
excited by any of the guys she’d brought in to replace him over the years.
We’re grownups. We’ll deal.
but you’ll still deal. Saturday, seven. See you then.
poor scared kid. He’d read enough accounts of athletes coming out after their
careers to know that one person—one good friend—could be the difference between
a decent career and a whole lot of misery.
years had hurt his heart.
town in time to see her before you meet at Tanner’s.
treating her. If she managed to find the right manbun to make her happy.
tears actually, as she sat in the stands of the stadium at Davis…