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Moriarty9 · 08-21-2007, 12:10 PM

With our season over, we cleaned out our lockers today for the long off-season. I would soon work for one of my uncles until spring came rolling back around. After a couple hours at the field, we said goodbye to one another. Myself and Roosevelt Fuller decided to grab some lunch and went over to One Eleven Chop House.
We talked about the season - our achievements and disappointments - and what next year could hold.
Rosey (.290, 8 HR, 51 RBI, 48 R, 8 SB, .367 OBP, .805 OPS) said he was eager for the 2008 season to come around. I told him I wasn't sure what my plan would be for next year. Although I was extremely grateful for the opportunties presented me by the Worcester Tornadoes, the tight leash around my neck toward the end of ballgames had grown extremely frustrating. I might get over it during the offseason and return, but I may decide its time to try and find another league somewhere as the team holds my rights.
Either way, I had a little bit of time to think about it before any decisions had to be made.
After a little more than 90 minutes, lunch was over and we said goodbye.
About 10 minutes after we left I realized I had left my cell phone at the restaurant. I walked back into the steakhouse and a cute waitress named Anna pulled it out of her apron pocket.
"I saw it after you had left so I grabbed it in case you came back," she said with a smile, handing it over to me.
I thanked her and put into the cargo pocket on the right leg of my carpenter jeans. As I grabbed my wallet to give her an additional tip as a thank you, Anna told me I had missed a call a few minutes before I came back in.
"It rang after you left. I didn't pick it up or anything, figured your girlfriend wouldn't want to hear my voice answer your phone," she said, calling the Indiana Jones ringtone "cute."
"My girlfriend?" I responded, grabbing my phone to check the missed calls. "I don't have a girlfriend."
I opened up the phone and saw my sister had called.
"That was my sister Diana," I informed the waitress, putting the phone back into my jeans and handing over a $10 bill. "Thanks again for the help."
"No problem," she responded with a smile. "Sorry about the confusion. She's a pretty girl so I kind of ... well, anyways, thanks for coming to One Eleven Chop House."
I smiled and thanked Anna again and left for home, calling my sister to see what she called about.

08-21-2007, 12:10 PM	#42
Moriarty9 Hall Of Famer Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Massachusetts Posts: 2,109	With our season over, we cleaned out our lockers today for the long off-season. I would soon work for one of my uncles until spring came rolling back around. After a couple hours at the field, we said goodbye to one another. Myself and Roosevelt Fuller decided to grab some lunch and went over to One Eleven Chop House. We talked about the season - our achievements and disappointments - and what next year could hold. Rosey (.290, 8 HR, 51 RBI, 48 R, 8 SB, .367 OBP, .805 OPS) said he was eager for the 2008 season to come around. I told him I wasn't sure what my plan would be for next year. Although I was extremely grateful for the opportunties presented me by the Worcester Tornadoes, the tight leash around my neck toward the end of ballgames had grown extremely frustrating. I might get over it during the offseason and return, but I may decide its time to try and find another league somewhere as the team holds my rights. Either way, I had a little bit of time to think about it before any decisions had to be made. After a little more than 90 minutes, lunch was over and we said goodbye. About 10 minutes after we left I realized I had left my cell phone at the restaurant. I walked back into the steakhouse and a cute waitress named Anna pulled it out of her apron pocket. "I saw it after you had left so I grabbed it in case you came back," she said with a smile, handing it over to me. I thanked her and put into the cargo pocket on the right leg of my carpenter jeans. As I grabbed my wallet to give her an additional tip as a thank you, Anna told me I had missed a call a few minutes before I came back in. "It rang after you left. I didn't pick it up or anything, figured your girlfriend wouldn't want to hear my voice answer your phone," she said, calling the Indiana Jones ringtone "cute." "My girlfriend?" I responded, grabbing my phone to check the missed calls. "I don't have a girlfriend." I opened up the phone and saw my sister had called. "That was my sister Diana," I informed the waitress, putting the phone back into my jeans and handing over a $10 bill. "Thanks again for the help." "No problem," she responded with a smile. "Sorry about the confusion. She's a pretty girl so I kind of ... well, anyways, thanks for coming to One Eleven Chop House." I smiled and thanked Anna again and left for home, calling my sister to see what she called about.