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He Throws Like A Girl
By: Willy Mays Hayes
"The time has come," a slender slightly graying woman stated "Every walk
of life is in baseball, there are the Blacks, the Jews, even the
Hispanics are in baseball, and yet women are still not allowed in the
game, this has to change!"
Authors Note: This is the truth as I, John the Baptist, I mean Nuke
LaLoosh was told by Willy Mays Hayes himself. It came in a dream, it was
a dark and rainy night when I heard it. "Nuke... Nuke... NUKE!" the
voice called. It was the sound of Willy Mays Hayes calling me. And he
spoke, saying, "Take down these words which I speak before you today,
take them to the Israelite people, show them the way to the promised
land."... (Opps, wrong book, sorry!) I looked out my bedroom window and
saw a house burning down, it was a sign from above. (Or maybe from the
delinquent teens who live down the block.) Anyhow he spoke: "Let you
write down my words for forty days and forty nights and when all is
done, show only half of what I have told you on BigCloset and let the
other half waste away on your hard drive, never to be posted, angering
thousands of readers, ha ha ha!"* And for the next thirty nine days I
lounged around and did nothing except eat and watch the "Jerry Springer
Show." On the fortieth day I wrote this and Hayes saw that it was good
and he spoke from on high (Or maybe he was just high, I don't remember.)
saying, "Let this see light." He gave a long pause. "Bbut only after the
editors have torn it to bloody pieces!" Without further adieu I give you
the first part of "He Throws Like A Girl".
*His next sentence was: "Who am I kidding I might have pissed off all
three of my readers but piss on them, who needs readers, don't quote me
on that damn it!"
Nuke "Meat" LaLoosh, Author and Prophet of TG Fiction
___________________________________
"The time has come," a slender slightly graying woman stated. "Every
walk of life is in baseball, there are the Blacks, the Jews, even the
Hispanics are in baseball, and yet women are still not allowed in the
game, this has to change!"
The woman continued to speak in front of the group of gathered women her
grey form fitting business suit accentuating her slightly flabby figure.
"We have the necessary items and a sound plan, now all that remains is
for us to vote on this proposition and then implement it, we cannot fail
and neither will we!"
The voting was a pro forma matter, the results having already been
determined before hand. All of the twenty or so women gathered around
the had extensive experience in the areas of minor league baseball, some
had been executives, others assistant GM's to lesser qualified men and
one owned her own team. All hands raised simultaneously when the votes
for the plan were called, sealing the fate of one minor league player
forever.
__________________________________________
The first day of a new season is always the best. Everyone is ready to
play, no one is hurt, the fields are all freshly prepared and everyone
is excited to play. For some it might be the end of a lifetime of minor
league servitude, for others possibly the beginning of a special career.
But for whom ever it might be, everyone all ways starts their career in
the low minors, and such is the way it was for a young right handed
pitcher named Daniel Schmidt. Danny had been drafted that year in the
15th round out of junior college, low enough in the draft to not get a
significantly large signing bonus, but high enough that the organization
cared about him and his development.
The season got under way with the Low A ball team, the Brooklyn Pigs
dropping the first twenty out of their first thirty two games. But worst
of all was Danny, he had been hit hard in his first few starts and then
was injured throwing a pitch when he felt a twinge in his right elbow.
The doctor had diagnosed it as a tear in his ulnar nerve and
recommended a few weeks rest and then some rehab work before examining
the elbow again to determine if surgery was necessary.
"Three more Danny!" a smallish woman in her late thirties shouted, she
was approximately five foot three inches tall and weighed a very cut one
hundred and fifteen pounds. She had been working for the Iron Pigs for
just over twelve years as the trainer having been passed over for
several other higher paying jobs in favor of other men. "Come on, you
can do it!" she encouraged.
Danny was continuing to feel elbow pain even weeks after the initial
injury and was headed to Tommy John surgery if its condition didn't
rapidly improve. Danny knew that his career was in danger of being over
before it even started. At five foot five and only one hundred and
twenty five pounds, he was far from the prototypical pitcher's build.
His small stature limited his draft status even though he threw by far
the hardest of any one selected in that year's draft.
"Can you help me Kelly?" he asked the trainer.
"With what, for what?" she responded, already knowing what he meant, she
had been around a while.
"I need a little boost, that's all, can you get some?" he asked,
practically begging.
In minor league baseball, getting steroids is sometimes as easy as
getting in the car and driving to a certain pharmacy, in fact it was a
widely know secret that players in the Arizona Fall League routinely
drove across the Mexico-US boarder to purchase cheap, legal steroids.
While it wasn't as easy as that in the Carolina League, they were still
widely available if you knew the people to ask. And if you were going to
ask, who better than the trainer who has all the connections?
At the end of their next rehab session, Kelly asked Danny to follow her
into the team's shower area. Because it was only about twelve thirty in
the afternoon, the clubhouse was deserted except for the two. Kelly
asked Daniel to pull down his workout shorts to his knees as she began
to fill several syringes with different chemicals.
"All right Danny, this first one is some HGH to assist with the healing
of your elbow, hold on, this might sting a little."
She inserted the wide gauged needle into his glute and depressed the
plunger. "This next one is Winstrol, it helps to develop fast twitch
muscles used to throw a baseball hard," she stated matter a factly as
she plunged the needle into a fold of fat near his navel.
"This last one is a masking agent used to prevent you from testing
positive for the others you just received."
She injected the entire bottle even though she knew that the
instructions only stated for a very small amount to be used. She
neglected to mention that she had just injected him with a massive dose
of female hormones, hundreds of times more concentrated than those
flowing through the veins of pregnant women.
"Well at least he will have he the excuse of having a "hormone
imbalance"" she thought to herself as she watched Danny pull his shorts
back up and made for the exit to the parking lot.
Kelly immediately wrapped up the vials and placed them back into her
office's mini fridge. She carefully placed the dirty needles into an
empty coke can and slightly crushed it before walking it to the dumpster
and making damn sure it was at the bottom of the pile. Her next stop was
for a quick bite to eat in her office before placing a call to her
mysterious boss.
"Hello?"
"This is K, the subject accepted everything I gave him, no questions
asked."
"Good, continue as planned!" with a sharp click, the phone went dead.
While there was no reason to suspect that anyone was listening in on
their conversation, there was no need to take any chances. The call
lasted all of five seconds and nothing of any illegal actions were
discussed.
On Kelly's end she relaxed and thought nothing of it. While the request
was illegal and bizarre, Kelly didn't care so long as the extra money on
her checks continued to flow in.
______________________________________________
On the other end, Carol King had other things to do. She immediately
tossed the cell phone she had been using out of the window. The phone
itself was a cloned phone, one of many purchased on the black market and
was easily replaceable for a person with the financial power Carol
controlled. On the outside she played the unassuming owner of the minor
league franchise, the Brooklyn Pigs, but on the inside she seethed.
It was that drive that lead her to found the Council For The Advancement
of Women in Baseball. And it was the other members of that group to whom
she placed her next call on her personal cell phone.
"Ladies, it's started!" she said, her voice being heard on speakerphone
to the other gathered women in the same crowded conference room where
the idea was hatched.
"The subject's name is uh, let me see here..." Carol checked her notes,
"Daniel Schmidt, he was drafted earlier this year, he is currently
rehabbing an injury, umm, oh yeah, and he throws in the mid nineties!"
"Very nice!" responded one member. "But do you really expect the owners
in the Major Leagues to accept a woman on to one of their rosters, much
less a man who changed into a woman?"
"First, when we are finished "helping" his fastball if you know what I
mean," no one needed to be told what that meant, "Then they won't have a
choice because who would turn down the next Nolan Ryan? And besides if
it comes to that we could always sue them!"
"Should we continue?" one lady asked. "Can we win?"
"Of course we continue, we have no choice now, what can we say, we
castrated a teenager and then did nothing? We have a once in a life time
chance and we need to act now!" Carol paused to gather her thoughts
before continuing.
"If there are no objections, then I think this meeting is concluded!"
Carol killed the power to her phone, the short but intense meeting
having tired her. She rested in the back of her massive SUV as her
driver and she made their way to the park for another night of Iron Pigs
baseball!
______________________________________________
And so it went for the next three weeks. Danny would go to the park
early for rehab, Kelly would give him his little "helper" and then he
would relax. Daniel's elbow had completely stopped hurting and was
almost ready to make his return to the team. The doctor who had examined
him earlier for his elbow was amazed by the complete , miraculous
recovery of the elbow. He had been positive that he Daniel would need
Tommy John surgery.
That night Daniel was scheduled to make his first start since the
injury. Daniel sat in his locker, beginning to dress for the game. The
team they were playing that night, the Gwinnett Guppies, had been the
team he had hurt his arm against.
"I hope I'm ready for this."
He began to pull on his socks and pants, pausing only to notice that his
pants seemed a little tighter in the seat. This was some what curious
considering he had been working out harder than he ever had before but
he easily dismissed the thought for other more important things, like
winning.
_____________________________________________
The game began in a pedestrian way, with both sides held scoreless into
the sixth inning. However, Danny had yet to allow more than two hits and
only one ball out of the infield. He needed only one more out to get out
of the inning and head to the showers.
"Well Mort, whadda ya think o' Mista' Shmid' tonight?" stated Willy
Spleen, the long time radio announcer for the Pigs.
"Who's that?"
"I couldn't have said it any better myself, that broadcasting school
last winter sure helped Mort; here's the first pitch from Schmidt."
"Cut on and missed, strike two, and that pitch was jusssst a bit
outside! Danny really has them guessing tonight!"
"Right!" Mort responded.
"Thanks for that brilliant observation Mort, you sure do tell it well!"
"Here's the oh and two pitch, and he popped him up boy, he really hit
the shit outta that didn't he Mort, you know what they say, nothing
sucks like a Hoover!"
"I don't get it but I do know he didn't hit it very far."
"Absolute brilliance folks, Mort has a future in radio I'm telling you
which is good for him cause he sure as hell don't have the face for TV!"
___________________________________________
There were congratulations all around in the locker room after the game.
Danny had pitched a dominating six complete innings allowing only two
hits while fanning eleven and walking none.
"Great job Danny, you looked great!" the manager yelled as he walked by
on the way to the shower.
"Thanks skip, it felt great!"
"Good job kid, you looked good out their tonight!"
Danny turned around to see the general manager of the New York Dodgers
standing next to his locker.
"We were afraid we were gonna' lose you after that elbow thing but you
recovered nicely. If you keep throwing like you did tonight it won't be
long before you reach The Show!"
"Well thanks Mr. Davison, I'm just trying to help the team, I'm just
happy to be here and the good lord willing I'll succeed!"
To Be Continued...
If there is interest in this story I will continue to write it, however
I cannot vouch for how long it will take me to write it only that I will
complete it this time.
Nuke LaLoosh
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