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Jason · 03-25-2006, 01:41 AM

Note: Thanks to all who contacted me. You were very kind and overwhelmingly in favor of my continuing in the same style. Hope you like this one.

September 15, 2006, 11:18pm, Comerica Park, Detroit, MI
(Detroit is 94-52, AL Central Champions. Stats: .303, 28 HR 110 RBI)

“Let’s head to Comerica where Jennifer Hammond is in the middle of the party,” Fox 2 news anchor Sherry Margolis said.

“Thanks Sherry,” Hammond said. “As you can see the party is just starting as the Tigers have done what no one thought possible at the start of this season. Just twenty minutes ago Lorenzo Loya struck out Angels right fielder James McNutt on three pitches to wrap up the Tigers first American League Central Championship.”

“WAHOO!!!!” Croteau yelled as he ran past Hammond in nothing more than a jockstrap and cleats while spraying champagne.

“It looks like the boys are a little fired up,” Margolis said from the studio.

“You could say that!” Hammond said with a laugh. “We’re hoping to be able to talk to some of the players but everyone’s still screaming and yelling.”

Hammond stood looking around the room and grabbed Jim Caesar as he walked toward the post-game buffet.

“James Caesar!” Hammond said as she stuck a microphone in his face.

“Yeah?” he answered with obvious irritation.

“How does it feel to go from a last place St. Louis team at the trade deadline to a team that just won a division championship?” Hammond asked.

“Well, it don’t suck,” Caesar replied. Hammond got a look on her face like Caesar had just farted in front of the Pope. “I sure look forward to being able to play in October.”

“When you came here a lot of people thought you wouldn’t have a big impact,” Hammond said as she tried to regain composure. “What do you say to those people after what you’ve contributed to the team?”

”That they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about,” Caesar said and then walked off.

“Sherry, it’s bedlam down here,” Hammond said. A spray of champagne caught her on the side of the head. Laughter erupted as she slapped the side of her head to try and wipe away the liquid.

“You be careful Jennifer!” Margolis said with a huge smile that quietly hinted she was thanking God she wasn’t in the clubhouse right now.

“I try to be,” Hammond responded. “It’s hard to do in this zoo!”

Salinas tried to sneak past Hammond but she caught him out of the corner of her eye.

“Hey Will!” Hammond said as she thrust the microphone his way. “Congratulations on the division championship.”

“Thank you,” Salinas said as he tried to be gracious. “It’s a great feeling.”

“How hard was it for you to be sitting on the bench tonight while your teammates won the title?” Hammond asked with a big smile.

Salinas’ face changed from a polite smile to a look of anger. He raised himself up to his full six foot five inch frame and looked down on the petite reporter.

“How do you think I felt?” he asked in a tone that reminded someone of a parent correcting a child.

“I’m sure it was hard,” Hammond answered with no apparent realization how much she had insulted Salinas.

“Of course it was hard,” Salinas said doing a great job to not say the words “you idiot” at the end of the sentence. “You always want to be on the field but tonight was a scheduled night off for me. Since we have the playoffs to worry about I need to stay in my usual patterns so I can be fresh for the playoffs. I won’t be sitting out a game when the playoffs roll around.”

“Well, that’s good news for Tigers fans,” Hammond said looking into the camera as Salinas continued to look at her in disbelief. She turned back toward Salinas with her smile still wide.

“Why do you think tonight’s win was so easy?” she asked.

“It’s never easy,” Salinas said. “Every time you play a professional baseball game it’s hard.”

“Of course,” Hammond replied.

“But if I had to pick something it might be because Dale Ellison hit two home runs that gave us the big lead early,” Salinas said.

“The team seemed to cruise after that second home run,” Hammond said.

“When you lead by five runs before you hit the fourth inning it can take some of the pressure off,” Salinas said. “Oh, look, there’s Dale. Talk to him.”

Salinas grabbed my arm and yanked me away from pouring champagne over Spurrier’s head.

“Here’s the hero!” Salinas said as he slapped me on the back and rushed away before he could see the sarcastic “thank you” look I was shooting his direction.

“Dale Ellison!” Hammond said. “You were definitely the man tonight.”

“One of nine,” I replied with a smile. Sure, Hammond could be clueless, but she was hot. It certainly was more fun seeing her in the locker room than Peter Gammons.

“Did you think going into tonight’s game that you could wrap this up?” Hammond asked.

“I certainly hoped that we could,” I said without ever breaking eye contact with Hammond. “When I hit the first home run I knew it was going to be our night.”

”Can you tell us about that home run?” Hammond asked with a slight breathiness to her voice. Her face started to flush as I continued my stare.

“I knew that Blevins was going to go low and away with a slider since he had a two two count,” I said. “I just watched for it and drove the ball. I honestly didn’t think I had hit hard enough to get out of the park but I’ll take it.”

Hammond just stared into my eyes as if she couldn’t speak. I looked back for a second and then glanced around to see half the guys were gathering to watch me play around with the reporter. I was about to speak when I heard a voice coming from Hammond’s ear.

“Jennifer,” Sherry Margolis said from the studio, “Can you ask Dale about how he feels making the playoffs in his first major league season?”

“Dale, Sherry in the studio wants to know how it feels to make the playoffs in your first season,” Hammond asked.

“It feels great,” I said with a widening smile. “Of course, it would feel a whole lot better if I could kiss you right now.”

Hammond’s face turned beet red. All the guys started laughing. Salinas was laughing so hard he doubled over and had to find a chair.

“Well,” Hammond said, “that’s not the answer I was expecting.”

“And unlike Joe Namath I’m not drunk when I’m telling you that,” I said and the laughter roared a second time. Hammond just smiled and turned toward the camera.

“Like I said before, Sherry,” she said with a smile, “It’s a zoo down here!”

“Take care of yourself!” Margolis said and threw the newscast to a commercial. The cameraman took the camera off his shoulder and turned off the light. Hammond turned from me and handed the microphone to the cameraman. I walked over to the buffet and picked up a sandwich when I felt a small hand on my shoulder.

“Here’s my card,” Hammond said offering a business card. “My cell phone number’s on the back. You want that kiss you can try it after you buy me dinner and take me to a movie.”

“Sure,” I said slipping the card into my pocket. Hammond turned and walked with her cameraman into Ryland’s office for the typical coach interviews.

“You actually gonna call her?” Spurrier said as he scooped some salsa onto a plate.

“Hell no,” I said.

“Why not?” Spurrier said. “She’s hot.”

“And old,” I said. “Come on, what is she, thirty-five?”

03-25-2006, 01:41 AM	#93
Jason Hall Of Famer Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 3,855	Note: Thanks to all who contacted me. You were very kind and overwhelmingly in favor of my continuing in the same style. Hope you like this one. September 15, 2006, 11:18pm, Comerica Park, Detroit, MI (Detroit is 94-52, AL Central Champions. Stats: .303, 28 HR 110 RBI) “Let’s head to Comerica where Jennifer Hammond is in the middle of the party,” Fox 2 news anchor Sherry Margolis said. “Thanks Sherry,” Hammond said. “As you can see the party is just starting as the Tigers have done what no one thought possible at the start of this season. Just twenty minutes ago Lorenzo Loya struck out Angels right fielder James McNutt on three pitches to wrap up the Tigers first American League Central Championship.” “WAHOO!!!!” Croteau yelled as he ran past Hammond in nothing more than a jockstrap and cleats while spraying champagne. “It looks like the boys are a little fired up,” Margolis said from the studio. “You could say that!” Hammond said with a laugh. “We’re hoping to be able to talk to some of the players but everyone’s still screaming and yelling.” Hammond stood looking around the room and grabbed Jim Caesar as he walked toward the post-game buffet. “James Caesar!” Hammond said as she stuck a microphone in his face. “Yeah?” he answered with obvious irritation. “How does it feel to go from a last place St. Louis team at the trade deadline to a team that just won a division championship?” Hammond asked. “Well, it don’t suck,” Caesar replied. Hammond got a look on her face like Caesar had just farted in front of the Pope. “I sure look forward to being able to play in October.” “When you came here a lot of people thought you wouldn’t have a big impact,” Hammond said as she tried to regain composure. “What do you say to those people after what you’ve contributed to the team?” ”That they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about,” Caesar said and then walked off. “Sherry, it’s bedlam down here,” Hammond said. A spray of champagne caught her on the side of the head. Laughter erupted as she slapped the side of her head to try and wipe away the liquid. “You be careful Jennifer!” Margolis said with a huge smile that quietly hinted she was thanking God she wasn’t in the clubhouse right now. “I try to be,” Hammond responded. “It’s hard to do in this zoo!” Salinas tried to sneak past Hammond but she caught him out of the corner of her eye. “Hey Will!” Hammond said as she thrust the microphone his way. “Congratulations on the division championship.” “Thank you,” Salinas said as he tried to be gracious. “It’s a great feeling.” “How hard was it for you to be sitting on the bench tonight while your teammates won the title?” Hammond asked with a big smile. Salinas’ face changed from a polite smile to a look of anger. He raised himself up to his full six foot five inch frame and looked down on the petite reporter. “How do you think I felt?” he asked in a tone that reminded someone of a parent correcting a child. “I’m sure it was hard,” Hammond answered with no apparent realization how much she had insulted Salinas. “Of course it was hard,” Salinas said doing a great job to not say the words “you idiot” at the end of the sentence. “You always want to be on the field but tonight was a scheduled night off for me. Since we have the playoffs to worry about I need to stay in my usual patterns so I can be fresh for the playoffs. I won’t be sitting out a game when the playoffs roll around.” “Well, that’s good news for Tigers fans,” Hammond said looking into the camera as Salinas continued to look at her in disbelief. She turned back toward Salinas with her smile still wide. “Why do you think tonight’s win was so easy?” she asked. “It’s never easy,” Salinas said. “Every time you play a professional baseball game it’s hard.” “Of course,” Hammond replied. “But if I had to pick something it might be because Dale Ellison hit two home runs that gave us the big lead early,” Salinas said. “The team seemed to cruise after that second home run,” Hammond said. “When you lead by five runs before you hit the fourth inning it can take some of the pressure off,” Salinas said. “Oh, look, there’s Dale. Talk to him.” Salinas grabbed my arm and yanked me away from pouring champagne over Spurrier’s head. “Here’s the hero!” Salinas said as he slapped me on the back and rushed away before he could see the sarcastic “thank you” look I was shooting his direction. “Dale Ellison!” Hammond said. “You were definitely the man tonight.” “One of nine,” I replied with a smile. Sure, Hammond could be clueless, but she was hot. It certainly was more fun seeing her in the locker room than Peter Gammons. “Did you think going into tonight’s game that you could wrap this up?” Hammond asked. “I certainly hoped that we could,” I said without ever breaking eye contact with Hammond. “When I hit the first home run I knew it was going to be our night.” ”Can you tell us about that home run?” Hammond asked with a slight breathiness to her voice. Her face started to flush as I continued my stare. “I knew that Blevins was going to go low and away with a slider since he had a two two count,” I said. “I just watched for it and drove the ball. I honestly didn’t think I had hit hard enough to get out of the park but I’ll take it.” Hammond just stared into my eyes as if she couldn’t speak. I looked back for a second and then glanced around to see half the guys were gathering to watch me play around with the reporter. I was about to speak when I heard a voice coming from Hammond’s ear. “Jennifer,” Sherry Margolis said from the studio, “Can you ask Dale about how he feels making the playoffs in his first major league season?” “Dale, Sherry in the studio wants to know how it feels to make the playoffs in your first season,” Hammond asked. “It feels great,” I said with a widening smile. “Of course, it would feel a whole lot better if I could kiss you right now.” Hammond’s face turned beet red. All the guys started laughing. Salinas was laughing so hard he doubled over and had to find a chair. “Well,” Hammond said, “that’s not the answer I was expecting.” “And unlike Joe Namath I’m not drunk when I’m telling you that,” I said and the laughter roared a second time. Hammond just smiled and turned toward the camera. “Like I said before, Sherry,” she said with a smile, “It’s a zoo down here!” “Take care of yourself!” Margolis said and threw the newscast to a commercial. The cameraman took the camera off his shoulder and turned off the light. Hammond turned from me and handed the microphone to the cameraman. I walked over to the buffet and picked up a sandwich when I felt a small hand on my shoulder. “Here’s my card,” Hammond said offering a business card. “My cell phone number’s on the back. You want that kiss you can try it after you buy me dinner and take me to a movie.” “Sure,” I said slipping the card into my pocket. Hammond turned and walked with her cameraman into Ryland’s office for the typical coach interviews. “You actually gonna call her?” Spurrier said as he scooped some salsa onto a plate. “Hell no,” I said. “Why not?” Spurrier said. “She’s hot.” “And old,” I said. “Come on, what is she, thirty-five?”