You were one of the best hitters that the MLB had ever seen. You tied or broke every record worth breaking at your university, and had a moderately successful career in the Big Show. You kept your team in the pennant hunt single-handedly for over a decade. Then your body started to betray you. You didn't handle it so well. You bounced around to a few AAA clubs for another ten years before you reluctantly packed it in.

After a couple of years of feeling sorry for yourself, and letting your body go to ruin, the money ran out. One of your buddies offered you a gig coaching at a AA team in a small city in the South. It kept the debt collectors from the door, but there was one small problem. Your team couldn't win a game if they had Bobby Cox as their manager. After two seasons at the bottom of the Southern League, the pressure is on. Your buddy can only keep you safe for so long, if you don't put some people in the seats.

It's the tenth game of the season. The stadium is designed to seat 6,000 people, and it looks like there are less than 100 people up there, even with $1 beer night.

I walk out onto the field with the Events Director and take my place on the little protective mat. You've never seen me before. It's the first time I've done this. I am wearing a rhinestone studded blouse with American flags, and tight blue jeans. Hair and makeup is perfect. Everyone rises, and takes off their hat. I start to sing the National Anthem, and I sound like an angel from Heaven. An angel with a distinct Southern accent, but angelic, nonetheless. The players, who have heard the Banner mangled for years by locals on a regular basis, all enthusiastically applaud. Just as clearly as you are on your way down, I am on my way up.

You adjust your uniform pants over your prominent beer gut, and stroke your three days of growth on your unshaven chin. You come up with a terrible, horrible, wonderful idea for getting your mojo back. It involves me.

The set up is negotiable. Also, check the prompts in my post history to see if there are any prompts that you'd rather explore.

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I don't have any limits, but I will happily respect yours.

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Play ball!