The following day Coach Mickey Brown was in his office and waiting for the arrival of Coach Stottlemeyer and news as to how the interpretive dance performance was received by the team. Ten minutes later coach Stottlemeyer hobbled in on crutches.
“Are those crutches related to your interpretive dance meeting?
“Yes there ended up being three acts, a soliloquy and 4 water breaks. It was brutal.”
“So you got through to them?”
“As near as I can tell. We’ll certainly find out during tomorrows game
After each game the coaches texted their game notes to each other.
Coach Brown’s Notes On The Game:
Note to the pitcher “Its really suspicious, not to mention bad for morale when you have three wild pitches during one at bat. You might want to think about spacing them across several innings. “
Note to the Catcher. You should only lose track of the ball during wild pitches or pop ups. It becomes really suspicious when you can’t find the ball that’s in your glove. You are almost begging for a drug test.
Coach Brown to Coach Stottlemeyer for the outfielders, all of them.
When intending to commit an error during a throw to the cutoff man it is less suspicious if the ball doesn’t sail over the cut-off man on its way to the stands, the upper deck or a rooftop bar.
Note to Coach Stottlemeyer from
Coach Stottlemeyer.
“ I need to come up with better signals during the game.
Interpretive dance moves look really weird not to mention potentially painful.”
Note to Coach Stottlemeyer from Coach Brown “What was the pitcher trying to do when he stopped mid pitch and jumped up and down before falling over in agony?”
Notes from Coach Stottlemeyer to Coach Brown
“I believe he was trying to commit a balk I think it was at that point of my meeting where I hurt my ankle. My interpretive dance skills need polishing.
Note to Coach Brown from Coach Stottlemeyer.
I am looking at the notes and wondering how to translate them into interpretive dance moves and have come to the conclusion that I will need supplemental health insurance before giving the notes to the team.
The Team from Nowhere: Chapter 4 No One is Interested in Average
Monday night had drawn to a close with both coaches in the exact pose they had taken up hours ago. Neither had any spark of an idea on how to handle their nosy reporter. “Well, back at it tomorrow?” asked Coach Stottlemeyer.
“Yes back at it tomorrow,” replied Coach Brown.
The next evening found Coaches Brown and Stottlemeyer once again drinking and thinking. Coach Stottlemeyer had his usual look of concentration. To be fair Coach Brown’s look never seemed to change much. 1.
What had changed beside the day was the location of their meeting. The coaches were on the opposite sides of a bar that Coach Stottlemeyer was tending. Maybe it was the better quality of beer or the change in venue but both men had come up with what each believed to be a good idea when it came to handling the nosy reporter.
“Esperanduh?”
“No, Esperanto with a “to” no “duh,”” replied Coach Brown.
“Well now that I know the pronunciation what is it.”
“It is a language created in the late 19th century for the purpose of becoming a secondary language to be used all over the world”.
“Why”
“The thinking was that if the world could speak the same language, a language that did not originate in any one country, it would bring the world together and they would be able to avoid war.“
The League of Nations actually thought about adopting it as it’s official language.”
“So what happened to it?”
“World War 1 happened and that idea was put on the back burner. Then World War II happened and it became obvious that a march to a common secondary language was never going to end in a world kumbaya moment. Since then, English has become the defacto secondary language and the world is still a dumpster fire.”
“Ok so how does that help us”
“I figure that we could teach the team a few standard sports cliches in Esperanto and a few baseball related conversational phrases. If overheard by a reporter(s) at the game the only idea they could get was the players are not from here and many of them are from the same place. Since no one really speaks it no one will be able to determine the nationalities of any of the players. “
“Won’t that generate more questions we can’t answer,” asked Coach Stottlemeyer.
“Hmm…The look on Coach Brown’s face was probably the same pained look he had when constipation settled in, probably. Ok what’s your idea Einstein?”
“We get them to make mistakes every once in a while. In other words, play badly occasionally. The idea of infallibility will go away and people will start seeing them as average. People aren’t curious about average.”
“That is a good idea,” admitted coach.
“I’m average and nobody is curious about me,” added Coach Stottlemeyer.
“What about your wife and kids?”
“Those are the people I’m talking about”
“So what’s next,” asked Coach Brown.
” I talk to the guys and get them to play less than perfect. To become average.”
“Can I be there when you talk to them?”
“I’d rather you not. I kind of stumbled my way into communicating with them. It wasn’t until I learned some interpretive dance that I really got through to them. I’d rather you not see that.”
“Thanks for the warning. No one should see that.”
The Team from Nowhere: Chapter 3 Point of Origin.
Coach Mickey Brown’s demeanor took a severe hit from knowing that reporters, no correct that, a reporter from the small local paper was starting to ask questions as to the origins of his players. ALL of his players. Normally the question popped up from time to time and was to be expected about a single player every once in a while but never the entire team. Of course it’s not every day an entire team suddenly materializes out of thin air. Not only that but their level of play is so perfect it leads one to think, as stupid as it sounds, that these guys were created just to play baseball.
Mickey knew he should have expected this moment and now that it had arrived it was going to take some creativity to make sure the moment didn’t settle down and develop roots.
Towards that effort he was in his office with a full cooler of ice waiting for Trent to show up and add the beer. His imagination needed fuel.
As if Trent was taking direction from or paying attention to the narrator of this story, he walked in bearing beer.
Mickey could see their problems melting away already. Anyone else would be pulling out a thesaurus and searching for the many forms of the word “denial”.
After the beer was laying snug under a few inches of ice and the promise of a couple frosty ones lay in the not so distant future both men took on the pose of men doing serious thinking. Anyone else would have seen two men staring out into space with a look on their faces that said.
“The last time I saw my car keys they were….”
“What were the exact words the reporter used,” asked Coach Brown.
“He wanted to know the teams point of origin.”
He said the words “point of origin?”
Yes he said “point of origin.”
“Who says things like that?”
“Reporters for small town newspapers apparently,” replied Coach Stotlmeyer. At that moment in time both men crossed their arms in a gesture that said “This could take awhile…”.
To Be Continued…
The Team from Nowhere: Chapter 2 The Nobodies.
Trent Stotlmeyer, volunteer firefighter, life insurance salesman, part time bartender and part time assistant coach for the Nobodies knocked on Coach Mickey Brown’s office door.
He could barely hear the go-ahead from coach Brown but he was used to the low volume. The coach was always saving his voice for arguing with umpires. Trent has never witnessed the afore mentioned arguments. No one has. The coach never argued. He didn’t have to. He had perfected the “If you go down this road you will never come back” look to the point that it could be considered assault in a court of law. It’s just as well that the same look kept him out of court.
“What brings you here? No fires or cocktails to sling?” asked Mickey. “Wait one more question. Are we ok with the “No Bodies?”.
“Well I am ,“ replied Trent.
“The Outsiders” generates more questions than it answers and “The Nobodies”, notice it’s all one word, really begs no questions. In fact I believe it discourages people from going down that road. Kinda like that one look you have. Yeah, that one.”
“To answer your first question. The bar is closed on Mondays and by a strange coincidence the town has never had a fire on Monday. I am beginning to suspect sobriety may be a factor.”
“Fair enough. Why No Bodies with just one word?”
“I choose to use the one word form because while you and I don’t really have physiques to brag about, the players don’t have that issue. They are also not a gang of killers with a talent of getting rid of the evidence. Before we go off into the weeds, I came here with a new problem.”
“What’s wrong with the old problems”, asked Mickey
“Because we have procrastinated long enough that those problems have been overcome by events and are no longer problems.”
“Thats the subtle genius of procrastination”
“If you say so.”
“What is the new problem?”
“A reporter from The World Is starting to ask questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“The kind having to do with the origins of this team and the “a” word was mentioned.”
“You mean?”
“Yes , aliens.”
The Team from Nowhere
They literally came out of nowhere.
Yes, the entire minor league baseball team seemed to have just popped up in a field in the middle of nowhere. At the risk of alienating anyone living anywhere lets just keep the location as the middle of nowhere.
During the preseason, questions without answers hovered over the team like carrion. Once the season started no one seemed to care. These guys were good.
Even to the novice fan these guys seemed special, almost magical. Every steal that was attempted always ended with the perpetrator popping up in his slide firmly planted on the bag. Every bat swung either connected for a hit or a foul. No one seemed to strike out. Well no team is that perfect. They struck out every once in a while but those were lost among the hits and a few walks. But they didn’t strike out enough for anyone to really remember them.
Fans are like that when their team is winning. Winning was not an accurate term to describe what these guys were doing. They were killing it. They were on an unbeaten streak since well, since the start of the season. No fan could think of any losses in the preseason either but then again the fans were just caught up in the novelty of the new team. Nobody could recall their win-loss record in the preseason. The only question was how long could they keep this up? They were bound to have a losing streak.
Coach Mickey Brown wasn’t worried about that. Those worries were small potatoes. He was worried that someone was going to start asking tougher questions. Questions about where exactly did they come from….
More Quotes From Writers and My Response.
You know the drill. I call out a quote by a famous or not so famous writer (there are more not so famous writers than stars under heaven) and then my version or response to it.
“In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the person you need to become to write that book.”
― Junot Diaz
My Response: “WTF, To write a book you must become a writer?”
Thank you captain obvious.
“Just me, my music, and the voices in my head.”― Christie Silvers
My Version: “Just me and the voices in my head who are demanding music.”
“I prefer to be on the side of losers, the misunderstood or lonely people rather than writing about the strong and powerful.”
― Núria Añó
My Response: “The strong and powerful will always get their story told, whether it’s fact or fiction is another story.”
“I write to believe in goodness.”
― Red Haircrow
My Response: “Goodness can write itself it’s evil that is much more interesting.”
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou
My Version: “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, unless it’s extremely stupid,
People will forget what you did, unless insurance and/or the police are involved,
but people will never forget how you made them feel. Especially if that feeling is feeling superior to you.”
“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
― Elbert Hubbard
My Version: “A friend is someone who knows all about you and yet never brings up the topic of blackmail.”
“Plot is people. Human emotions and desires founded on the realities of life, working at cross purposes, getting hotter and fiercer as they strike against each other until finally there’s an explosion—that’s Plot.”
—Leigh Brackett, WD
My Response : “Anyone else need a cold shower?”
or “Hard to believe it was Science Fiction that she wrote.”
“Don’t expect the puppets of your mind to become the people of your story. If they are not realities in your own mind, there is no mysterious alchemy in ink and paper that will turn wooden figures into flesh and blood.”
—Leslie Gordon Barnard, WD
My Response: “There is a fine line between creative writing and being mentally disturbed and quite often that line is not solid” -Dan
“I don’t need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.”
—Ray Bradbury (WD)
My Response: “My ideas wake me but it’s tough to write while curled up in the fetal position.”
“Ink, a Drug.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister
My Response: “Those crazy Russians will smoke/drink anything and then start chasing after age inappropriate females.”
“A writer’s life is never boring when you have imaginary friends to play with!”
― Christie Silvers
My Response: “My other personalities say that quite often”
“A writer’s brain is like a magician’s hat. If you’re going to get anything out of it, you have to put something in it first”
― Louis L’Amour
My Response: “Put something in it? Aha that’s my problem”
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus (French Philosopher)
My Version: “Don’t walk in front of me… It makes it harder to share a flask.
Don’t walk behind me… I have no clue as to where I’m going(Did I mention the flask?).
Walk beside me… I’ve had to much to drink and I may need to lean on you.”
“For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.”
—Catherine Drinker Bowen
My Version: “All Hail the Thesaurus!” -Dan
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde
My Version: “Never forgive your enemies. A good grudge is a sad thing to waste.”
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
My Response: “For gods sake if you’re going to dance put your clothes on. Someone could be watching.”
How do you waste the most time every day?
Usually with a migraine so there’s no big decision process. So I have that going for me. It does limit the amount of writing I can get done.
Speaking in Shades of Blue (A Gangster Gotta use Expletives)
For some people technology causes them to use expletives. In my case it used to be that technology would get in the way of being able to truly express myself. Most spell checkers allow you to add words to its vocabulary. This is not only helpful with raging expletives it also allows for new words. Words that have spread through the general population but are not yet in a dictionary. Unfortunately some may eventually make it.
In general I am not a person that swears frequently.
My friends can attest to it and I live alone so there are no potential witnesses at home.
I am the same with writing but every once in a while a writer or specifically a writers character absolutely has to express some emotions that can only be conveyed properly with a streak of blue.
Case in point.
Gangster, mob or just crime stories in general .
There are often scenes in crime related movies where lack of swear words just seems unrealistic and even phony . It would be just as unrealistic if Wally and the Beaver 1. entered the screen with a flurry of expletives. Your jaw would drop as well as anything you were carrying.
Upon finding a horse head in my bed I would personally scream holy shit or WTF or some string of similarly emotive words. It sounds much more realistic than a Ned Flanders response “Oh fiddlesticks my sheets are ruined.”
In the middle of a gun fight it is much more realistic to scream “I’m going to bust a cap in your expletive ass” than “ I am going to fill your derrière with hot lead.”
Some people may get excited at that prospect but again it would probably elicit snickers and snickers are positively not allowed in a shootout.
When a loan shark has the fingers of a debtor broken its perfectly acceptable, neigh almost required, for the debtor to cuss to the high heavens. Responses such as “that’s going leave a mark” may be hysterical but certainly doesn’t belong in a drama.
There are apps out there that contain profanity filters which will scan text and if a word in it’s naughty list pops up it will either allow the first letter and replace the rest with the usual #$@! symbols or it will replace the rest with “((expletive), (vulgarity) … etc). The latter is somewhat classier but condescending and takes the fun out of trying to figure out what the word is.
So by all means have your low life criminals swear up a blue streak because, well, because they are low life’s. If they tend to populate higher social strata try to avoid the cliche of any dialogue requiring clenched teeth.
Well Geez They Need a Slogan
Sometimes I just can’t let go of the things that really tick me off. Well the anti-woke folks are at it again. Pick a state, any Red state, and they all seem to be trying to pass anti LGBTQIA2S+ 1 laws and voting restrictions all in the effort to attack the groups that woke folks have recognized are getting screwed by society.
Since they seem to be in lock step with each other and proud of their stance , they need a slogan to distill their thoughts down.
A few of my suggested slogans for the anti-woke crowd:
“I’m so Anti Woke I’m brain dead”
“Anti Woke = The Opposite of the Golden Rule”
“Anti Woke = Being selfish beyond reason”
“Anti Woke = Yes I left my mind back in kindergarten”
“Anti Woke = Don’t wake me up, I prefer to be unconscious”
“Anti Woke = If I wasn’t an adult I would add “nana nana boo boo” ”
“Anti Woke = For Those of Us Who Are Just Plain Mean”
“Anti Woke = Reminding you that people whose existence doesn’t cause problems make us uncomfortable”
A story I once overheard in a bar.
Remember this was heard in a bar so the truth of it may be highly suspect. That doesn’t stop me from repeating it and cautioning the reader to take it with a grain of salt or in this case one’s favorite libation or bartenders choice. I’ve chosen to obfuscate the tale and tell it in first person so as to give no impression of whom the story is about….
I have a pretty uneventful existence. Well, ignoring a few personal issues. We all have a few minor problems that complicate our lives and so it doesn’t seem unreasonable to discount those when ascertaining the current state of things.
It’s 7:00 am and like all the previous days the alarm on my phone wakes me from the sanctuary that is sleep. Easing out of bed, I get my bearings before making the journey to the shower. I spy a handwritten sticky note on the wall “Shower This Way->” I say “spy” but it’s hard to avoid the 12 inch by 12 inch yellow square clearly written in large Comic Sans font. Apparently I have a lot of time on my hands. I also didn’t realize they made stickies that big.
I find the shower and let the hot water wake me as it cascades down my body. After drying off I exit the bathroom and head towards the spot where I woke up twenty minutes ago. I walk around the bed and to the door marked “Clothes Closet”. Entering it I find myself staring at hangers to the left and right of me. The hangers to the right of me are draped with shirts and the hangers to the left contain slacks.
The shirts are fairly bland. Mostly solid white or solid blue. The entire right side of the closet is dedicated to them. They are arranged in alternating colors. No color ever duplicates it’s neighbor.
The entire left side of the closet is dedicated to dress pants and does not allow any variety. They are all black and all are a cotton polyester blend.
I believe the closet arrangement is created to avoid repetition in consecutive days.
It’s created for someone who’s memory can not be trusted. The other stickies are for the very same reason.
The person with the memory issue is your’s truly.
To be honest its worse than a memory issue, it is really a matter of trust. Trust in my own ability to remember to write down the events of the day in an accurate manner leaving no room for exaggeration, sarcasm or humor.
I had learned the hard way after one particular day when I saw it fitting to use sarcasm, hyperbole and metaphors all in one days summation. I’m still besieged by Volkswagen Beatles crammed with clowns, rubber chickens and “Acme”signs. That’s a story for a different day.
You see I can never be sure if anything I remember is actually real or something my brain created from scratch.
It is what it is. Yes that common platitude falls woefully short providing salve on an open and painful wound. A wound that never heals since it’s reopened daily.
One day I shall take all of my daily notes and distill them into book form. A book of fiction of course because no one would ever believe them as true events.
Remember this was overheard in a bar.