“Do you believe in love at first sight?” I never have until I met her.
Bellamy shakes her head slowly.
“Well damn, guess I have some work to do there as well.” I wink, lean forward and kiss her cheek. “Thanks for dinner. I’ll call you tomorrow with the practice schedule.” I’m up and out of her house before she can say anything. I don’t want to ruin the night by making a pass that she may not be ready for and leaving her on the high she’s feeling will make her anticipation for my call even better.
Mother nature has not been our friend and many in the division feel as though the League should schedule the mid to east coast teams to start down south where the climate is a bit friendlier. There have been many rain delays, including for snow, across the AL and NL Central and East, prompting schedule changes and doubleheaders. It only makes sense for the League to investigate further. As much as we enjoy baseball in April, we also prefer to keep our snowsuits packed away until November.
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However, despite the inclement weather through the month of April, the Renegades haven’t done too shabby as they close out May and head into June. We’ve avoided any major injuries and our bats are on fire with the Renegades outscoring their opponents 247 to 184 with a win/loss record of 28 and 18. The normal suspects stand out: Kayden Cross, Travis Kidd, Branch Singleton and Ethan Davenport, all batting in the high 200’s.
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It’s looking like All-Star pitcher, Hawk Sinclair, will be back in Boston after the All-Star break. According to reports, he’s back to pitching and has decided to use his off time to coach a Little League team in his hometown, aptly named the Mini Renegades. The fans are eager for him to return to the line-up and many have left him comments on our blog. We can assure you he’s receiving them.
GOSSIP WIRE
PREGNANCY ALERT!
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Cooper Bailey and Ainsley Burke are . . . not pregnant. Do you like what we did there? But do you know who is? Travis Kidd and Saylor Blackwell-Kidd are expecting. There’s no news on when the Kidds’ arrival will be here, but by the shirt Lucy Kidd wore to the game the other day, the soon to be big sister is really excited! And so is the staff at the BoRe Blog!
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Congratulations, Travis, Saylor and Lucy!
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Still trying to unravel the Las Vegas mystery surrounding Branch Singleton. Is he married or not? No one seems to know and Branch isn’t talking.
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Bellamy
I am head over heels in lust . . . not love . . . with Hawk Sinclair. That man knows how to push, pull, and twist every single button I have, and I have a feeling he knows this by the sexy little smirks he gives me to go along with the kisses on my cheeks and the winks. This man loves to wink. What does a wink even mean? Is he joking? Sincere? Does he want to meet behind the dugout for a “cop and feel”? Whenever we’re together, which is more often than my hormones can take at the moment, I’m on edge, waiting for him to kiss me. He makes me feel like I’m back in middle school and the rumors are flying that Kent Loftin is going to kiss me on the playground. The anticipation is killing me. Every time we’re alone, he leans in and gently runs his fingers along my cheek, his breath fans over me, making my heart race and then bam! He heads for my cheek . . . I think he now realizes how frustrated I am because I swear I can hear him chuckle as he walks away afterward. When we’re not alone, his hand is always touching me somewhere: My back, hip, arm. We’re in constant contact and secretly, I love it, finding ways to touch him back so he knows that I’m into him. Karter says he’s waiting for me to kiss him, to make the first move, and maybe she’s right. I think I can be bold and assertive and show him that I like him.
It’s not all about the subtle touches or the way he makes me feel, some of my attraction to him is how Hawk is with Chase. I know Hawk is a role model, that being good to kids comes with his job, but the way he is with Chase — it’s different. I get the sense he wants to spend time with my son, more so than his own father does. In the past few weeks, Hawk has gone from the guy who played a little baseball with the boys that didn’t make the team to a friend, coach, and somewhat of a father figure to my son. The latter scares me deeply though. Hawk is leaving. His job, which is his life, is in Boston and as soon as he’s given the green light, he’s on a plane and heading back. I know this. Chase knows this. Yet, I can’t seem to put the brakes on their relationship because seeing my son smile, hearing him laugh, and seeing him and Hawk together is a feeling unlike any other.
I’ve spoken to Chase about what happens when Hawk must go back, when this fairytale we’re experiencing comes to an end and he tells me he’s okay with it, that he understands. I want to believe my son, but even I dread the day when Hawk leaves. He came into our lives when we both needed a ray of sunshine. Right now, he’s that ray. That beaming, beautiful sun making our lives brighter.
For the first time in my life I’m a baseball mom, and I love it. I never thought being stressed about getting Chase to practice on time, the carpool schedule, snack schedules, and upcoming games could be so fun, but it is. I love sitting in the stands with my mitten covered hands wrapped around my travel mug full of coffee, screaming my head off for each boy on our team, even though it’s only practice. I can’t imagine what I’ll be like when we play our first game. I love the chaos, the Little League rat race, the snide looks I get from the elitist parents because a professional baseball player is coaching my son. Those sneers are the best. Once word spread that Hawk was putting together a team, albeit a few weeks after the season had started, you would’ve thought a war was breaking out. Brett Larsen and his cronies are doing everything they can to stop the creation of the Mini Renegades. He’s filed a complaint with the Montana Little League committee, who stated they were excited that someone like Hawk was donating their time. He contacted the Renegades themselves, who laughed and said they were expecting his call and that they knew all about Hawk’s plans. And tomorrow, Brett and Hawk will go in front of the town council because Brett seems to think they can stop Hawk from participating. The meeting scares me though, because it won’t be only Brett standing up against Hawk, it’ll be every parent who’s wrapped around Brett’s little finger. There are a few who tried to jump ship, to come over to Hawk’s team of misfits — as they’ve been dubbed — but he won’t take them. He’s dedicated to the boys he has.
My phone dings and a smile spreads across my face. I close out of my computer, turn off my desk lamp and head toward Owen’s office. His door is open, and he, too, is smiling when he looks at me. I swear, volunteering Owen to help Hawk was the best thing I could’ve ever done for my boss. He needs the distraction, especially since he’s in the process of filing for divorce from his wife. He’s thanked me repeatedly for the opportunity. Plus, I think he secretly likes sticking it too Larsen . . . as the rest of us do.
“Don’t forget, my house, six sharp!” Tonight, everyone is gathering at my house for a pasta party and Hawk will hand out jerseys. The boys don’t know it yet and think they’re coming over to hang out and do some team bonding thing, which Hawk and Owen have been pushing from the second he asked the boys to play for them.
“As if I’d forget. Hawk called earlier; the club sent some extra gear.”
“Oh good, extra balls and bats will be great,” I say, but Owen shakes his head while laughing. “What?”
“Gear, as in things for parents to wear.”
“Oh,” I reply.
He’s still chuckling. “Believe me, you’ll want to wear it all.”
Since this is my first time with any of this, I take his word for it. Owen closes his laptop and comes toward me, motioning for me to go ahead. Karter is already gone for the day, leaving only Owen and me in the office. He fully expected the wrath of Larsen to come tumbling down upon him once he accepted Hawk’s offer, but so far, nothing. It’s been business as usual for the agency, for which I’m very thankful.