The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip. It was a winning trip, as they went five and four. The team lost two out of three in New York, before winning two out of three in both Atlanta, and Houston. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand, against the teams from the midwest.
When Mitch arrived home, things seemed normal. Naomi and Mitch made love, and fell assleep. About three am, however, Naomi was awakened, by sounds of Mitch moaning in pain. "Sweetie, what's the matter?" Naomi asked, leaning over Mitch, and very concerned. "My ear, my whole head, it feels like it's ready to explode!" "You want me to get you some asprin?" Naomi asked. "Yeah, thanks, AHHHHHHH!" Mitch had tried sitting up in bed, and gotten a sharp shooting pain down his face, from his ear, into his jaw. "I'm getting dressed and taking you to the hospital" Naomi said, getting out of bed. "No, no hospital. Nai, listen to me, get me asprin, and I'll go back to sleep" Mitch said. Naomi gave Mitch the asprin, he downed it, and then tried to fall back to sleep. Naomi got back into bed, and put her arms around his midsection. "I'm holding you, okay, so no sudden jerks, or you might end up with a wife with a hurt midsection" Naomi said. "Okay, I'm alright. I'm going to try and go back to sleep" Mitch said. "Okay, I'm here, baby, If you need me to take you somewhere, just say the word. I love you, Mitch, and you're going to be okay" Naomi said. "I love you, too, Nai, and thanks".
Eventually, Mitch drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Naomi got up early, and let Mitch sleep. Around noon, Mitch stirred, and saw Naomi, Cathy, and Cathy's sister, Nancy, a beautiful, petite girl with red hair, standing over him. "Hey, homer man, how you feeling? Nai called me and told me you had a rough night" Cathy said. Mitch lifted his head, and tried to shake the cobwebs from it. "I need to get my bearings, and take a shower" Mitch said. "Can I please take you to the doctor?" Naomi asked. Mitch felt that his ear had cleared up, and said. "No, no doctor. Let me take a shower, and I was thinking, we all go over to the casino, and I take you ladies out to lunch" Mitch said. "Casino? Are you sure, Mitchell? I really think that the doctor should take a look at you" Naomi said. "No, I'm not going to the doctor. Fuck him, so he can tell me I'm two pounds overweight, and that he has to see me every month" Mitch replied. "Nice attitude. Fine, have it your way. Get dressed, and we'll all go gamble" Naomi said. Mitch showered, and then he and the three ladies went to the casino, where, when Naomi's back was turned, he handed Cathy five one hundred dollar bills. "Dont tell Nai I gave that to you. Go have some fun" Mitch said. After lunch, Mitch made his way to the dice table, where he won $1000. Around 430, it was time to head to the ballpark. As everyone was walking out of the casino, toward the car, Mitch was struck by a sharp pain, that caused him to crumple to the floor. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Mitch yelled, grabbing the side of his head in pain. Mitch was attended to, and when he got to his feet, Naomi whipped out her cell phone. "Thats it, Mitchell. All night last night, and now. You are going to the doctor or the hospital, whether you like it or not" Naomi said. "Take me to the ballpark, I'll let the doctor there take a look at me" Mitch said.
Mitch was driven to the ballpark, where, when he arrived, he still didnt feel any better. Naomi, Cathy, and Nancy, helped him into the clubhouse, where they were met by Elmont Koehler, and Lee Sniderman. "Mister ball basher here gave me a night to forget. Can we please have the doctor look at him. He just fell over in the casino, after refusing to go to the doctor today. I want him to be looked at" Naomi said. Mitch was helped to the trainer's table, where he lied down, and was in roaring pain. The doctor entered, and began probing Mitch, finally looking at his head, his mouth, and finally, his ears. "Is it a toothache?" The Dr asked. "No, it almost feels like vertigo" Mitch replied. The doctor looked iinside Mitch's ears, and Mitch then told him about a condition he had earlier in his life called Eusthaian Tube Dysfunction, which had been dormant for many years. "I dont know, it could be that. I'm going to give you a nasal spray, and an antihisthmine. You're not playing tonight. Either go sit in the family seats, or stay here, and watch the game" The doctor said. "That's ridiculous. I have to play" Mitch said. "You want to fall over on the field? No play tonight. Thats an order. Take the meds, and see how you feel tomorrow" The doctor said firmly. Mitch nodded. "I'll go to the seats". The crowd booed as Mitch's number three was removed from the lineup. The Good Guys, without their captain, didnt score any runs that night, and lost, 3-0.
The next day, Mitch slept most of the day. He was able to dress to go to the ballpark, but could not play again, as the Good Guys dropped their second straight game to the Pirates, by a score of 6-1, with Charlize taking the loss. Neve Campbell gave up only two runs on Wednesday night, and the Good Guys rallied to win the game in the bottom of the ninth, 3-2.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, Naomi cancelled the counesling session. "We're doing okay, so we dont have to go. I want you to rest, okay" Naomi said. "Let's go get a room, so you, me, and the Fatty can have some hanky panky" Mitch said. Naomi shook her head. "No hanky panky. Cathy will be spending the day with Nancy. You need to rest. You'll get plenty of hanky panky from both of us when you feel better" Naomi replied. "You're no fun!" Mitch said. "Listen, big shot, if you cant play baseball, and cant earn a living, you cant do hanky panky. Hopefully this will pass over, and you'll get plenty before you leave" Naomi said.
Chicago came to town on Friday night. Mitch still couldnt play, and Rachel Leigh Cook dropped a 2-1 decision. Hayden pitched on Saturday night, and gave up but one run. An eighth inning Ed Burns Grand Slam, sans Mitch in the lineup, gave the Good Guys a 4-1 victory. Sunday was a sunny, dry 82 degree day. That morning, at around 1030, Mitch arrived at the park, and told Elmont Koehler he could play. "I'm better, put me in there" Mitch said. "Maybe you need one more day" Elmont replied. "No, I'm fine, let me play" Mitch said. "Okay, have it your way. We can use your bat". The sellout crowd roared when Number Three was posted in the lineup. In the bottom of the first, after Bellows had retired the Cubs, Mitch thrilled the crowd more, as he hit a homer. When Mitch went to take his postion for the top of the second, he suddenly crumpled in pain. Naomi, who saw what happened from the bullpen, yelled: "Oh my God!", and began running in from the bullpen, as Mitch, fallen on the ground, was surrounded by Elmont, and team trainers and doctors. Naomi was breathing heavily, as she got to the spot where Mitch lay in pain. He was conscious, but in excruiating agony. "Let's help him off the field and into the clubhouse." Elmont said. A stretcher was brought, and Mitch was placed on it, and carted away, as the sellout crowd watched in silent horror. Another player took Mitch's place in right field. Mitch was brought to the clubhouse, and placed on the trainer's table. He was examined, and then Elmont said firmly. "You are either not playing, or you are going on the DL, until this is healed. You scared the shit out of everyone who loves you, most importantly your wife, your girlfriend, not to mention your grown kids, and your teammates. Stop trying to be Mister Hero, and get better!" Koehler said. The Good Guys eventually won that day's game, 3-1. After the game, Elmont spoke to the media. "Mitchell has an ear problem, that he's been trying to play through. He scared the hell out of everyone today, and I apologize to the fans. I told him he is not playing, until he is all better" Koehler said.
The Cardinals came to town the next night, Monday, to finish up the homestand. Mitch was in the apartment, resting that night, as the team played the Cards at the ballpark. Charlize Theron pitched, and fired a three hitter, allowing but one run, as the Good Guys won, 4-2. Neve Campbell gave up four homers the next night, and Paradise could not recover, losing
7-4. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball on Wednesday, a sunny, dry, 85 degree day, in front of a sellout. Mitch was not able to start that day, but he was feeling better, so he was able to pinch hit, in a 2-2 game, in the eighth inning, and hit a solo homer. Kate Hudson put the Cards down in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 3-2 win, that completed a subpar, but winning, five and four homestand. The team was lucky to have escaped with a winning homestand considering Mitch's health issues. Now, as the team prepared to head for Pittsburgh, hopefully better times would be ahead.
The team had cancelled the Saturday tickle party, the previous Saturday, due to Mitch's health issues. They decided to hold the party the night before everyone would have to head for Pittsburgh. The featured lee would be Cathy's sister Nancy. She was stripped to a bra and panties, and tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Cathy egged on the crowd to tickle her sister. "She is extremely ticklish, and she's a pain in the ass, so tickle the hell out of her!" Cathy said. Center Fielder Burns began the tickle on Nancy's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Pitcher Gil Bellows was next, tickling Nancy on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs:HEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was the next ler, attacking Nancy on her hips, inner thighs, and knees, causing her legs to buck:HHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch, who was feeling better, positioned himself at Nancy's feet: "Hmm, your sister has mega ticklish feet, let's see if you do too". Nancy DID have mega ticklish feet. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for the tickle attack on her soles, which Mitch delivered, tickling her bare soles with his fingers, two feathers, an electric toothbrush, ice, and his tounge, over her soft ticklish soles, and her ten bare toes. Nancy went ballsitic. She wiggled her toes, flexed them back, pointed them down, and clenched them hard, trying to avert the tortorous tickle attack. Nancy squealed with uncontrolable laughter, tears in her eyes, and begging for mercy:HEHHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! OMG MY FEEET AREEEE SOO TICKLISH! PLEASE NO MORE! I CANT STAND IT! I GIVE UP! NOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the exhausted Nancy was untied.
On Thursday evening, Naomi, Cathy, and Nancy, drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to Pittsburgh: "I hope your ear is better, so that you can feel good, and play" Naomi said. "I feel better, I should be fine" Mitch said.
So, it had been a subpar homestand, of great pain, for Mitch. Now came a ten day road trip for Mitch and the Good Guys. Would Mitch's problem go away, or would it linger to cause him trouble? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
When Mitch arrived home, things seemed normal. Naomi and Mitch made love, and fell assleep. About three am, however, Naomi was awakened, by sounds of Mitch moaning in pain. "Sweetie, what's the matter?" Naomi asked, leaning over Mitch, and very concerned. "My ear, my whole head, it feels like it's ready to explode!" "You want me to get you some asprin?" Naomi asked. "Yeah, thanks, AHHHHHHH!" Mitch had tried sitting up in bed, and gotten a sharp shooting pain down his face, from his ear, into his jaw. "I'm getting dressed and taking you to the hospital" Naomi said, getting out of bed. "No, no hospital. Nai, listen to me, get me asprin, and I'll go back to sleep" Mitch said. Naomi gave Mitch the asprin, he downed it, and then tried to fall back to sleep. Naomi got back into bed, and put her arms around his midsection. "I'm holding you, okay, so no sudden jerks, or you might end up with a wife with a hurt midsection" Naomi said. "Okay, I'm alright. I'm going to try and go back to sleep" Mitch said. "Okay, I'm here, baby, If you need me to take you somewhere, just say the word. I love you, Mitch, and you're going to be okay" Naomi said. "I love you, too, Nai, and thanks".
Eventually, Mitch drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Naomi got up early, and let Mitch sleep. Around noon, Mitch stirred, and saw Naomi, Cathy, and Cathy's sister, Nancy, a beautiful, petite girl with red hair, standing over him. "Hey, homer man, how you feeling? Nai called me and told me you had a rough night" Cathy said. Mitch lifted his head, and tried to shake the cobwebs from it. "I need to get my bearings, and take a shower" Mitch said. "Can I please take you to the doctor?" Naomi asked. Mitch felt that his ear had cleared up, and said. "No, no doctor. Let me take a shower, and I was thinking, we all go over to the casino, and I take you ladies out to lunch" Mitch said. "Casino? Are you sure, Mitchell? I really think that the doctor should take a look at you" Naomi said. "No, I'm not going to the doctor. Fuck him, so he can tell me I'm two pounds overweight, and that he has to see me every month" Mitch replied. "Nice attitude. Fine, have it your way. Get dressed, and we'll all go gamble" Naomi said. Mitch showered, and then he and the three ladies went to the casino, where, when Naomi's back was turned, he handed Cathy five one hundred dollar bills. "Dont tell Nai I gave that to you. Go have some fun" Mitch said. After lunch, Mitch made his way to the dice table, where he won $1000. Around 430, it was time to head to the ballpark. As everyone was walking out of the casino, toward the car, Mitch was struck by a sharp pain, that caused him to crumple to the floor. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Mitch yelled, grabbing the side of his head in pain. Mitch was attended to, and when he got to his feet, Naomi whipped out her cell phone. "Thats it, Mitchell. All night last night, and now. You are going to the doctor or the hospital, whether you like it or not" Naomi said. "Take me to the ballpark, I'll let the doctor there take a look at me" Mitch said.
Mitch was driven to the ballpark, where, when he arrived, he still didnt feel any better. Naomi, Cathy, and Nancy, helped him into the clubhouse, where they were met by Elmont Koehler, and Lee Sniderman. "Mister ball basher here gave me a night to forget. Can we please have the doctor look at him. He just fell over in the casino, after refusing to go to the doctor today. I want him to be looked at" Naomi said. Mitch was helped to the trainer's table, where he lied down, and was in roaring pain. The doctor entered, and began probing Mitch, finally looking at his head, his mouth, and finally, his ears. "Is it a toothache?" The Dr asked. "No, it almost feels like vertigo" Mitch replied. The doctor looked iinside Mitch's ears, and Mitch then told him about a condition he had earlier in his life called Eusthaian Tube Dysfunction, which had been dormant for many years. "I dont know, it could be that. I'm going to give you a nasal spray, and an antihisthmine. You're not playing tonight. Either go sit in the family seats, or stay here, and watch the game" The doctor said. "That's ridiculous. I have to play" Mitch said. "You want to fall over on the field? No play tonight. Thats an order. Take the meds, and see how you feel tomorrow" The doctor said firmly. Mitch nodded. "I'll go to the seats". The crowd booed as Mitch's number three was removed from the lineup. The Good Guys, without their captain, didnt score any runs that night, and lost, 3-0.
The next day, Mitch slept most of the day. He was able to dress to go to the ballpark, but could not play again, as the Good Guys dropped their second straight game to the Pirates, by a score of 6-1, with Charlize taking the loss. Neve Campbell gave up only two runs on Wednesday night, and the Good Guys rallied to win the game in the bottom of the ninth, 3-2.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, Naomi cancelled the counesling session. "We're doing okay, so we dont have to go. I want you to rest, okay" Naomi said. "Let's go get a room, so you, me, and the Fatty can have some hanky panky" Mitch said. Naomi shook her head. "No hanky panky. Cathy will be spending the day with Nancy. You need to rest. You'll get plenty of hanky panky from both of us when you feel better" Naomi replied. "You're no fun!" Mitch said. "Listen, big shot, if you cant play baseball, and cant earn a living, you cant do hanky panky. Hopefully this will pass over, and you'll get plenty before you leave" Naomi said.
Chicago came to town on Friday night. Mitch still couldnt play, and Rachel Leigh Cook dropped a 2-1 decision. Hayden pitched on Saturday night, and gave up but one run. An eighth inning Ed Burns Grand Slam, sans Mitch in the lineup, gave the Good Guys a 4-1 victory. Sunday was a sunny, dry 82 degree day. That morning, at around 1030, Mitch arrived at the park, and told Elmont Koehler he could play. "I'm better, put me in there" Mitch said. "Maybe you need one more day" Elmont replied. "No, I'm fine, let me play" Mitch said. "Okay, have it your way. We can use your bat". The sellout crowd roared when Number Three was posted in the lineup. In the bottom of the first, after Bellows had retired the Cubs, Mitch thrilled the crowd more, as he hit a homer. When Mitch went to take his postion for the top of the second, he suddenly crumpled in pain. Naomi, who saw what happened from the bullpen, yelled: "Oh my God!", and began running in from the bullpen, as Mitch, fallen on the ground, was surrounded by Elmont, and team trainers and doctors. Naomi was breathing heavily, as she got to the spot where Mitch lay in pain. He was conscious, but in excruiating agony. "Let's help him off the field and into the clubhouse." Elmont said. A stretcher was brought, and Mitch was placed on it, and carted away, as the sellout crowd watched in silent horror. Another player took Mitch's place in right field. Mitch was brought to the clubhouse, and placed on the trainer's table. He was examined, and then Elmont said firmly. "You are either not playing, or you are going on the DL, until this is healed. You scared the shit out of everyone who loves you, most importantly your wife, your girlfriend, not to mention your grown kids, and your teammates. Stop trying to be Mister Hero, and get better!" Koehler said. The Good Guys eventually won that day's game, 3-1. After the game, Elmont spoke to the media. "Mitchell has an ear problem, that he's been trying to play through. He scared the hell out of everyone today, and I apologize to the fans. I told him he is not playing, until he is all better" Koehler said.
The Cardinals came to town the next night, Monday, to finish up the homestand. Mitch was in the apartment, resting that night, as the team played the Cards at the ballpark. Charlize Theron pitched, and fired a three hitter, allowing but one run, as the Good Guys won, 4-2. Neve Campbell gave up four homers the next night, and Paradise could not recover, losing
7-4. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball on Wednesday, a sunny, dry, 85 degree day, in front of a sellout. Mitch was not able to start that day, but he was feeling better, so he was able to pinch hit, in a 2-2 game, in the eighth inning, and hit a solo homer. Kate Hudson put the Cards down in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 3-2 win, that completed a subpar, but winning, five and four homestand. The team was lucky to have escaped with a winning homestand considering Mitch's health issues. Now, as the team prepared to head for Pittsburgh, hopefully better times would be ahead.
The team had cancelled the Saturday tickle party, the previous Saturday, due to Mitch's health issues. They decided to hold the party the night before everyone would have to head for Pittsburgh. The featured lee would be Cathy's sister Nancy. She was stripped to a bra and panties, and tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Cathy egged on the crowd to tickle her sister. "She is extremely ticklish, and she's a pain in the ass, so tickle the hell out of her!" Cathy said. Center Fielder Burns began the tickle on Nancy's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Pitcher Gil Bellows was next, tickling Nancy on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs:HEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was the next ler, attacking Nancy on her hips, inner thighs, and knees, causing her legs to buck:HHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch, who was feeling better, positioned himself at Nancy's feet: "Hmm, your sister has mega ticklish feet, let's see if you do too". Nancy DID have mega ticklish feet. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for the tickle attack on her soles, which Mitch delivered, tickling her bare soles with his fingers, two feathers, an electric toothbrush, ice, and his tounge, over her soft ticklish soles, and her ten bare toes. Nancy went ballsitic. She wiggled her toes, flexed them back, pointed them down, and clenched them hard, trying to avert the tortorous tickle attack. Nancy squealed with uncontrolable laughter, tears in her eyes, and begging for mercy:HEHHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! OMG MY FEEET AREEEE SOO TICKLISH! PLEASE NO MORE! I CANT STAND IT! I GIVE UP! NOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the exhausted Nancy was untied.
On Thursday evening, Naomi, Cathy, and Nancy, drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to Pittsburgh: "I hope your ear is better, so that you can feel good, and play" Naomi said. "I feel better, I should be fine" Mitch said.
So, it had been a subpar homestand, of great pain, for Mitch. Now came a ten day road trip for Mitch and the Good Guys. Would Mitch's problem go away, or would it linger to cause him trouble? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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