The Good Guys embarked on their road trip to California. It did not go well, as the team went only three and six on the nine game trip, losing two out of three games at each stop of a San Francisco, San Diego, and Los Angeles road trip. They returned home, on a Sunday night at midnight, to begin a nine game homestand.
In recent times, Mitch and Naomi had been getting along very well, but that took a turn for the worst during a conversation via computer on one of the nights Mitch was in California. The couple, in spite of their long marriage, had polar opposite views on world affairs and events, including politics. That night, what had started as a benign conversation, turned into a vicious argument in cyber space, with Naomi hitting below the belt, calling Mitch a "Dumbass", and referring to him as just a "stupid jock baseball player", who knew nothing about world affairs. In reality, Mitch was a college graduate, having earned his degree in the offseason, both before his marriage to Naomi, and during the couple's early years of marriage. He was, in fact, intelligent in many areas, as he read newspapers, and followed political and world events closely. Mitch, in retaliation, hurled back at Naomi, retorting "What the fuck do you know, bitch, about American politics, or anything for that matter? You're just a stupid fucking foreigner from a land down under, who happens to be associated with me, and people from the U.S., because you play part time for the team. You're an ignorant, tight assed, bitch, who has terrible mood swings, and is a lousy wife!". Clearly, the battle lines were drawn, for a most brutal homestand. Naomi had crossed the one line that was sacred to Mitch, insulting his intellgence. She could say he was a lousy husband, and a bad baseball player, but, referring to Mitch as "Dumb", was the one thing that pushed his buttons.
On Sunday night, when Mitch arrived home, he was ready for an argument, and came through the door, screaming "Hey, Bitch, Dumbass is home! Why dont you come out here, and let's continue the fight. Let's see how many smart ass remarks you can make, to show how much better than me you are!" Naomi entered from the bedroom. "Fuck you, asshole! You want to continue the fight, let's go!" Naomi screamed back. "Fuck you? Not in a million years, not if you were the last person on the face of this planet. You are old, and ugly to boot. I'd rather use my right hand for the rest of my life, then ever fuck you!" Mitch retorted. "The way you're going, dickhead, it may be that way. Keep fucking pushing me! You want me to file for divorce again, and follow through with it this time?! " Naomi screamed. "I dont give a flying fuck what you do! Yeah, get rid of me, so you can go be with Mr Dream Man Russell Crowe. He;s the epitome of intelligence, and not just a dumb baseball player like me! " Mitch fired back. "Trust me, Mitchell, if I really wanted to get rid of you, you'd be gone. The locks would have been changed, and your fucking belongings would have been out in the hall!" Naomi shot back. "Yeah, well, usually it's you who banishes me to the guest room. I'm going there voluntarially this time, and you can spend your nights pleasuring yourself, bitch, and talking to all your smart friends, who arent me!" Mitch said, marching to the guest room. The foundation for a miserable week was drawn.
The next night, the Good Guys began their nine game homestand, with a game against Washington. Gil Bellows pitched, and gave up two runs, in front of a crowd of about 20,000, but the Good Guys lost, 2-1. Charlize Theron took the ball the next night. She shut out the Nationals for eight innings, as the Good Guys hit three solo homers, in a 3-0 win. Neve Campbell was the starter on Wednesday night. She threw six innings of one run ball, as the Good Guys broke a 1-1 tie in the sixth, with three runs, for a 4-1 victory.
Thursday was an off day. The night before, Mitch had a sleepless night. He was very upset, and yet, was trapped. He had four children with two different women, three of them grown, and an infant. He had college payments, child support to pay, and two familes to support, emotionally, and financially. Part of him just wanted to run off, and be by himself, but his moral fiber wouldnt allow him to do so. He felt very unhappy. Naomi and Mitch hadn't been talking since their fight four days earlier, but Mitch broke the silence by saying. "I'm not going to counesling today. You can go there, and talk to the therapist, or talk to the fucking wall, for all I give a shit. I'm going to have some fun, with people who don't think I'm dumb!" Mitch snapped. "Fine, give up. Just go run and hide. That's just fucking great!" Naomi shot back. "I didnt call anyone dumb. I just cant go there, and listen to some stupid shrink anaylize us and our problems for an hour. I need to go blow off some steam." Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, you go blow steam, you go do whatever the fuck you want! " Naomi shot back, leaving the kitchen. Mitch went to the casino, while Naomi did go for the appointment, and told the therapist the problems the couple was having. Clearly, Mitch and Naomi were far apart, emotionally.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Rachel Leigh Cook started, and got hammered, giving up six runs, in a 6-1 loss. Things didnt get any better on Saturday night, as Hayden got blasted for five runs, and the Good Guys fell, 5-2. Gil Bellows pitched on Sunday, a sunny, dry, 75 degree day, in front of a crowd of about 30,000. Matched up with Phillies ace Cole Hamels, the two pitchers gave the crowd a show, as Bellows shut out the Phillies for seven innings, and Hamels blanked the Good Guys for eight innings, striking out eleven. The game was finally decided in the eleventh, on an Ed Burns homer, off the Philly bullpen, for a 1-0 Good Guy win.
The Reds entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Charlize Theron had the ball on Monday night, and allowed three runs, but the Good Guys could score only one, and succumbed, 3-1. Neve Campbell pitched on Tuesday night. Neve gave up two runs into the eighth inning, as Paradise rallied from a 2-0 deficit in the eighth, to score four times, and secure a 4-2 win. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball for the 105pm Wednesday matinee, a sunny 82 degree day, in front of a crowd of about 35,000. Cook kept the team in the game, giving up but three runs in six innings. Paradise broke a 3-3 tie, with three eighth inning runs. Kate Hudson put the Reds away in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 6-3 win, that completed a subpar five and four homestand. What had been smooth sailing just three weeks earlier, was now a struggle on all fronts, and, as the team prepared to head for Washington the next night, matters in all areas were on very shaky ground.
At the Saturday tickle party that week, Mitch watched for a while, then needed to seperate himself from the rest of the team. He paid a dom $100 to take him to a private room, and tickle him. The dom tied Mitch hands and feet to the bed, in the private room. The dom began the tickle on Mitch's neck with fingers, as his head shifted, and the laughter began:HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! Working down, the dom tickled Mitch on his underarms, sides, ribs, and belly, counting his ribs, as he howled:HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOOOOOO! Moving down, the dom then attacked Mitch's hips, inner thighs, and knees, causing Mitch's legs to buck:HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Finally, the dom positioned herself at Mitch's bare feet, and tickled them with fingers, feathers, an electric toothbrush, and ice over his soles and toes. Mitch went berserk, shaking his feet, wiggling his toes, and howling with laughter:HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! OMG NOOOOOOO! HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! After an hour of tickling, with some breaks to rest, Mitch was untied.
On Wednesday night, sans Naomi, Mitch went to visit Cathy and the baby. "I'm glad you came over to see us, but you know I cant do anything with you, until Naomi and you settle this" Cathy said quietly. "I know, I have to be the loyal husband, to someone who thinks I'm an idiot" Mitch retorted. "Mitch, I dont think she meant what she said. You're not stupid. Sometimes people say things they dont mean" Cathy said, trying to rationalize. "Cathy, Naomi goes from having Kidman tell me how Naomi thinks the world of me, to Naomi now calling me a dumb jock baseball player who knows nothing. Which am I? I'm the same person I was when Kidman made that comment a few weeks ago, so Naomi cant both think the world of me, and also think I'm a stupid know nothing" Mitch replied. "I dont know, Mitch, I think Nai was angry. I know you're upset, but..." "Naomi is always saying how she "Takes a while to get over things. Well, fine, I'll need time to get over this" Mitch said.
On Thursday night, Mitch was packed to head on the team flight to Washington DC. "Do you want me to take you to the airport?" Naomi said quietly. "No, I dont, bitchface. Dumbass will call a cab" Mitch shot back. "Okay, Mitchell, I tried to make a peace offering, but, if you want to continue this, we'll do it" Naomi said. "I cant get over the fact so easily that you think I'm a stupid know nothing. If you really believe that, Naomi, why are you with me?" Mitch said. "Mitchell, as usual you took what I said out of context. What I said is: You think you're the best at everything, and that you have all the answers. I dont think you're stupid. I wouldnt be married to you if I thought you were stupid" Naomi said, trying to justify her comments. "Naomi, you called me a "stupid jock baseball player, who knows nothing about world affairs. Do you remember that?" Mitch said, trying to refresh Naomi's memory. "Yes, I said that, and I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. It was said in the heat of an argument" Naomi said. "Well, sometimes what is said in the heat of argument is what a person truly thinks" Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, be all high and mighty. For all the times you've called me a bitch and a **** in twenty five years, you're going to hang on to this!?" Naomi said, her voice now snapping. "I didnt say forever, just for now. You hang onto things too" Mitch said. "Fine, tell you what, Mitchell. I tried to make peace. You want to continue the fight, go ahead. Go off on your trip, and when you come back, we'll see if we can settle this!" Naomi said,, turning, and marching to the bedroom, as Mitch headed out the apartment door, to the cab that would take him to the airport.
So, it had been a subpar homestand of arguments, and cold relations for Naomi and Mitch. Now came a ten day road trip. Would this be a short lived dispute, or a longer term problem? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
In recent times, Mitch and Naomi had been getting along very well, but that took a turn for the worst during a conversation via computer on one of the nights Mitch was in California. The couple, in spite of their long marriage, had polar opposite views on world affairs and events, including politics. That night, what had started as a benign conversation, turned into a vicious argument in cyber space, with Naomi hitting below the belt, calling Mitch a "Dumbass", and referring to him as just a "stupid jock baseball player", who knew nothing about world affairs. In reality, Mitch was a college graduate, having earned his degree in the offseason, both before his marriage to Naomi, and during the couple's early years of marriage. He was, in fact, intelligent in many areas, as he read newspapers, and followed political and world events closely. Mitch, in retaliation, hurled back at Naomi, retorting "What the fuck do you know, bitch, about American politics, or anything for that matter? You're just a stupid fucking foreigner from a land down under, who happens to be associated with me, and people from the U.S., because you play part time for the team. You're an ignorant, tight assed, bitch, who has terrible mood swings, and is a lousy wife!". Clearly, the battle lines were drawn, for a most brutal homestand. Naomi had crossed the one line that was sacred to Mitch, insulting his intellgence. She could say he was a lousy husband, and a bad baseball player, but, referring to Mitch as "Dumb", was the one thing that pushed his buttons.
On Sunday night, when Mitch arrived home, he was ready for an argument, and came through the door, screaming "Hey, Bitch, Dumbass is home! Why dont you come out here, and let's continue the fight. Let's see how many smart ass remarks you can make, to show how much better than me you are!" Naomi entered from the bedroom. "Fuck you, asshole! You want to continue the fight, let's go!" Naomi screamed back. "Fuck you? Not in a million years, not if you were the last person on the face of this planet. You are old, and ugly to boot. I'd rather use my right hand for the rest of my life, then ever fuck you!" Mitch retorted. "The way you're going, dickhead, it may be that way. Keep fucking pushing me! You want me to file for divorce again, and follow through with it this time?! " Naomi screamed. "I dont give a flying fuck what you do! Yeah, get rid of me, so you can go be with Mr Dream Man Russell Crowe. He;s the epitome of intelligence, and not just a dumb baseball player like me! " Mitch fired back. "Trust me, Mitchell, if I really wanted to get rid of you, you'd be gone. The locks would have been changed, and your fucking belongings would have been out in the hall!" Naomi shot back. "Yeah, well, usually it's you who banishes me to the guest room. I'm going there voluntarially this time, and you can spend your nights pleasuring yourself, bitch, and talking to all your smart friends, who arent me!" Mitch said, marching to the guest room. The foundation for a miserable week was drawn.
The next night, the Good Guys began their nine game homestand, with a game against Washington. Gil Bellows pitched, and gave up two runs, in front of a crowd of about 20,000, but the Good Guys lost, 2-1. Charlize Theron took the ball the next night. She shut out the Nationals for eight innings, as the Good Guys hit three solo homers, in a 3-0 win. Neve Campbell was the starter on Wednesday night. She threw six innings of one run ball, as the Good Guys broke a 1-1 tie in the sixth, with three runs, for a 4-1 victory.
Thursday was an off day. The night before, Mitch had a sleepless night. He was very upset, and yet, was trapped. He had four children with two different women, three of them grown, and an infant. He had college payments, child support to pay, and two familes to support, emotionally, and financially. Part of him just wanted to run off, and be by himself, but his moral fiber wouldnt allow him to do so. He felt very unhappy. Naomi and Mitch hadn't been talking since their fight four days earlier, but Mitch broke the silence by saying. "I'm not going to counesling today. You can go there, and talk to the therapist, or talk to the fucking wall, for all I give a shit. I'm going to have some fun, with people who don't think I'm dumb!" Mitch snapped. "Fine, give up. Just go run and hide. That's just fucking great!" Naomi shot back. "I didnt call anyone dumb. I just cant go there, and listen to some stupid shrink anaylize us and our problems for an hour. I need to go blow off some steam." Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, you go blow steam, you go do whatever the fuck you want! " Naomi shot back, leaving the kitchen. Mitch went to the casino, while Naomi did go for the appointment, and told the therapist the problems the couple was having. Clearly, Mitch and Naomi were far apart, emotionally.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Rachel Leigh Cook started, and got hammered, giving up six runs, in a 6-1 loss. Things didnt get any better on Saturday night, as Hayden got blasted for five runs, and the Good Guys fell, 5-2. Gil Bellows pitched on Sunday, a sunny, dry, 75 degree day, in front of a crowd of about 30,000. Matched up with Phillies ace Cole Hamels, the two pitchers gave the crowd a show, as Bellows shut out the Phillies for seven innings, and Hamels blanked the Good Guys for eight innings, striking out eleven. The game was finally decided in the eleventh, on an Ed Burns homer, off the Philly bullpen, for a 1-0 Good Guy win.
The Reds entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Charlize Theron had the ball on Monday night, and allowed three runs, but the Good Guys could score only one, and succumbed, 3-1. Neve Campbell pitched on Tuesday night. Neve gave up two runs into the eighth inning, as Paradise rallied from a 2-0 deficit in the eighth, to score four times, and secure a 4-2 win. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball for the 105pm Wednesday matinee, a sunny 82 degree day, in front of a crowd of about 35,000. Cook kept the team in the game, giving up but three runs in six innings. Paradise broke a 3-3 tie, with three eighth inning runs. Kate Hudson put the Reds away in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 6-3 win, that completed a subpar five and four homestand. What had been smooth sailing just three weeks earlier, was now a struggle on all fronts, and, as the team prepared to head for Washington the next night, matters in all areas were on very shaky ground.
At the Saturday tickle party that week, Mitch watched for a while, then needed to seperate himself from the rest of the team. He paid a dom $100 to take him to a private room, and tickle him. The dom tied Mitch hands and feet to the bed, in the private room. The dom began the tickle on Mitch's neck with fingers, as his head shifted, and the laughter began:HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! Working down, the dom tickled Mitch on his underarms, sides, ribs, and belly, counting his ribs, as he howled:HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!NOOOOOO! Moving down, the dom then attacked Mitch's hips, inner thighs, and knees, causing Mitch's legs to buck:HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Finally, the dom positioned herself at Mitch's bare feet, and tickled them with fingers, feathers, an electric toothbrush, and ice over his soles and toes. Mitch went berserk, shaking his feet, wiggling his toes, and howling with laughter:HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! OMG NOOOOOOO! HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! After an hour of tickling, with some breaks to rest, Mitch was untied.
On Wednesday night, sans Naomi, Mitch went to visit Cathy and the baby. "I'm glad you came over to see us, but you know I cant do anything with you, until Naomi and you settle this" Cathy said quietly. "I know, I have to be the loyal husband, to someone who thinks I'm an idiot" Mitch retorted. "Mitch, I dont think she meant what she said. You're not stupid. Sometimes people say things they dont mean" Cathy said, trying to rationalize. "Cathy, Naomi goes from having Kidman tell me how Naomi thinks the world of me, to Naomi now calling me a dumb jock baseball player who knows nothing. Which am I? I'm the same person I was when Kidman made that comment a few weeks ago, so Naomi cant both think the world of me, and also think I'm a stupid know nothing" Mitch replied. "I dont know, Mitch, I think Nai was angry. I know you're upset, but..." "Naomi is always saying how she "Takes a while to get over things. Well, fine, I'll need time to get over this" Mitch said.
On Thursday night, Mitch was packed to head on the team flight to Washington DC. "Do you want me to take you to the airport?" Naomi said quietly. "No, I dont, bitchface. Dumbass will call a cab" Mitch shot back. "Okay, Mitchell, I tried to make a peace offering, but, if you want to continue this, we'll do it" Naomi said. "I cant get over the fact so easily that you think I'm a stupid know nothing. If you really believe that, Naomi, why are you with me?" Mitch said. "Mitchell, as usual you took what I said out of context. What I said is: You think you're the best at everything, and that you have all the answers. I dont think you're stupid. I wouldnt be married to you if I thought you were stupid" Naomi said, trying to justify her comments. "Naomi, you called me a "stupid jock baseball player, who knows nothing about world affairs. Do you remember that?" Mitch said, trying to refresh Naomi's memory. "Yes, I said that, and I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. It was said in the heat of an argument" Naomi said. "Well, sometimes what is said in the heat of argument is what a person truly thinks" Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, be all high and mighty. For all the times you've called me a bitch and a **** in twenty five years, you're going to hang on to this!?" Naomi said, her voice now snapping. "I didnt say forever, just for now. You hang onto things too" Mitch said. "Fine, tell you what, Mitchell. I tried to make peace. You want to continue the fight, go ahead. Go off on your trip, and when you come back, we'll see if we can settle this!" Naomi said,, turning, and marching to the bedroom, as Mitch headed out the apartment door, to the cab that would take him to the airport.
So, it had been a subpar homestand of arguments, and cold relations for Naomi and Mitch. Now came a ten day road trip. Would this be a short lived dispute, or a longer term problem? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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