The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip. It did not go well. The team went three and six, losing two of three games at each stop of a Washington, Philadelphia, and Cincinatti road trip. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand, against the teams they had began the season with.
Mitch's situation with Naomi, which just ten days earlier looked like it would begin to heal, took a dramatic turn for the worst, while Mitch was away on the road trip. During the trip, Mitch and Naomi's anniversary came up. Due to Mitch's baseball commitments with the Good Guys, Mitch was not always home with Naomi on their anniversary. However, they had always had an agreement that they would exchange gifts, even if by Federal Express, and would contact each other by phone. Mitch sent Naomi's gift via FedEx from Cincinatti, and had called Naomi on their anniversary, and sent an e-mail, only to receive no reply. He also didn't hear from Naomi over the remainder of the trip.
When Mitch arrived home, on Sunday night, he was burning. He walked into the apartment, to find a very casual Naomi. "Hi, how was your trip?" She asked, innocently. "Are you cheating on me, you dirty bitch!?" Mitch said, his voice rising with every word. "Excuse me?!" Naomi snapped. "What was Friday, Naomi? Do you even remember? Didn't you get the gift and card I sent you, and the e-mail and phone message? Until death do us part, does that ring a bell, you bitch!?" Mitch shouted. "Yes, I did, and I'm sorry I couldnt get in touch. We had storms here. I could not get online or on the phone" Naomi said. "Fine, you know what, be all cavailer. I dont fucking care anymore. Do whatever the fuck you want. Just whatever. I'm not going to waste any more time talking to you!" Mitch said, going to the bedroom, and unpacking his clothes. Mitch and Naomi slept in seperate rooms that night, and big trouble was brewing.
In the meantime, Mitch had other problems. While on the trip, he had developed a stiffness all over his body. He tried to think that maybe it was the result of the plane flights, and tension over Naomi, but even when he returned to warmer weather in Paradise on Monday night, the stiffness lingered. The team opened a nine game homestand beginning with games against the Mets that night. Mitch got a measly single, while Ed Burns hit a three run homer, to support Gil Bellows, who allowed two runs in six innings, of a 3-2 win. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday, and allowed three runs, as Paradise hit four homers, but none by Mitch, in a 4-3 victory. Neve Campbell got hit hard on Wednesday night, allowing six runs, in what would be a 6-5 loss.
Thursday was an off day. Mitch woke up that morning stiff and sore again. He had not said two words to Naomi since their explosion on Sunday. As he was in the kitchen drinking tea, Naomi entered. "Do you want to go to counesling today, and talk about this? " She began. "Go fuck yourself!" Mitch replied. "Fine, Mitchell, tell you what. You sulk, and keep being an ass. I said I was sorry, and that it was an oversight. You really need to get a grip!" Naomi snapped. "You didnt respond to three contacts, Naomi. THREE! What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? The storms were one thing, but what about the other days? If you wanted space from me, I get that, but what about a two liner. "Mitch, happy anniversary, got the gift, see you when you get home, Naomi". Even if you didnt want to talk to me, thats the least you could have done!" Mitch snapped. Naomi was silent. "I need to go to the casino, and blow off steam. I'll see you whenever, bitch!" Mitch said, leaving the kitchen.
Atlanta came to town on Friday night. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched, and gave up eight runs, in an 8-5 loss. Hayden took the ball on Saturday, allowing only three runs, as the Good Guys scored seven, in a 7-3 win. Gil Bellows had the ball on Sunday, a humid, 85 degree day, in front of 30,000. Bellows, matched up with Braves ace Derek Lowe, gave up only two runs in eight innings, as the Good Guys broke a 2-2 tie, with a two run homer from Burns, in a 4-2 Good Guy triumph.
Houston entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Charlize pitched on Monday night. She got hammered, allowing nine runs, in five innings, of a 9-4 setback. Things didnt get any better on Tuesday night, as Neve Campbell got bombed for the second time on the homestand, surrendering eight runs, in an 8-4 defeat. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball on Wednesday afternoon, trying to avoid the sweep , a sunny, toasty, 88 degree day, in front of about 28,000. Cook gave a quality start, giving up only three runs in six innings. Paradise broke a 3-3 tie with two runs in the eighth, and then the bullpen did the rest, bringing home a 5-3 Good Guy win, that completed a subpar, but winning, five and four homestand. Mitch and Naomi's issues, and Mitch's soreness of his body, contributed to the subpar showing, and, as the team prepared to head to New York the next night, things were far from rosy.
During the tickle party that week, Cathy decided she wanted to be tickled by the team, due to Mitch and Naomi's problems. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in a bra and panties, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on Cathy's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Center Fielder Burns was next, attacking Cathy on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs:HHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Shortstop Tom Cruise was the next ler, tickling Cathy on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her legs bucked:HEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch and Gil Bellows positioned themselves at Cathy's feet, attacking them with fingers, feathers, and electric toothbrushes. Cathy went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! TWO AT ONCE IS SO MUCHHHH! NOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Cathy was untied.
On Thursday, Mitch was packed to head on the flight to JFK Airport in New York. "Would you like me to take you to the airport?" Naomi said. "No, I'll call a cab" Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, whatever, hold a grudge. Would you like it if you came back, and I wasnt here anymore?:" Naomi asked. Mitch was silent. "You need to get over it, Mitchell. You've not talked to me in ten days. If we arent going to work at it, let's give up, and go apart" Naomi said. "We'll talk when I get home" Mitch said. With that, Mitch picked up his case, and headed to the cab, that would take him to the airport, and the plane to New York.
So, it had been a homestand of subpar play for the Good Guys, and near silence for Mitch and Naomi. Now came a ten day trip. Was the silence only temporary, or would it evolve into something more long term? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
Mitch's situation with Naomi, which just ten days earlier looked like it would begin to heal, took a dramatic turn for the worst, while Mitch was away on the road trip. During the trip, Mitch and Naomi's anniversary came up. Due to Mitch's baseball commitments with the Good Guys, Mitch was not always home with Naomi on their anniversary. However, they had always had an agreement that they would exchange gifts, even if by Federal Express, and would contact each other by phone. Mitch sent Naomi's gift via FedEx from Cincinatti, and had called Naomi on their anniversary, and sent an e-mail, only to receive no reply. He also didn't hear from Naomi over the remainder of the trip.
When Mitch arrived home, on Sunday night, he was burning. He walked into the apartment, to find a very casual Naomi. "Hi, how was your trip?" She asked, innocently. "Are you cheating on me, you dirty bitch!?" Mitch said, his voice rising with every word. "Excuse me?!" Naomi snapped. "What was Friday, Naomi? Do you even remember? Didn't you get the gift and card I sent you, and the e-mail and phone message? Until death do us part, does that ring a bell, you bitch!?" Mitch shouted. "Yes, I did, and I'm sorry I couldnt get in touch. We had storms here. I could not get online or on the phone" Naomi said. "Fine, you know what, be all cavailer. I dont fucking care anymore. Do whatever the fuck you want. Just whatever. I'm not going to waste any more time talking to you!" Mitch said, going to the bedroom, and unpacking his clothes. Mitch and Naomi slept in seperate rooms that night, and big trouble was brewing.
In the meantime, Mitch had other problems. While on the trip, he had developed a stiffness all over his body. He tried to think that maybe it was the result of the plane flights, and tension over Naomi, but even when he returned to warmer weather in Paradise on Monday night, the stiffness lingered. The team opened a nine game homestand beginning with games against the Mets that night. Mitch got a measly single, while Ed Burns hit a three run homer, to support Gil Bellows, who allowed two runs in six innings, of a 3-2 win. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday, and allowed three runs, as Paradise hit four homers, but none by Mitch, in a 4-3 victory. Neve Campbell got hit hard on Wednesday night, allowing six runs, in what would be a 6-5 loss.
Thursday was an off day. Mitch woke up that morning stiff and sore again. He had not said two words to Naomi since their explosion on Sunday. As he was in the kitchen drinking tea, Naomi entered. "Do you want to go to counesling today, and talk about this? " She began. "Go fuck yourself!" Mitch replied. "Fine, Mitchell, tell you what. You sulk, and keep being an ass. I said I was sorry, and that it was an oversight. You really need to get a grip!" Naomi snapped. "You didnt respond to three contacts, Naomi. THREE! What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? The storms were one thing, but what about the other days? If you wanted space from me, I get that, but what about a two liner. "Mitch, happy anniversary, got the gift, see you when you get home, Naomi". Even if you didnt want to talk to me, thats the least you could have done!" Mitch snapped. Naomi was silent. "I need to go to the casino, and blow off steam. I'll see you whenever, bitch!" Mitch said, leaving the kitchen.
Atlanta came to town on Friday night. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched, and gave up eight runs, in an 8-5 loss. Hayden took the ball on Saturday, allowing only three runs, as the Good Guys scored seven, in a 7-3 win. Gil Bellows had the ball on Sunday, a humid, 85 degree day, in front of 30,000. Bellows, matched up with Braves ace Derek Lowe, gave up only two runs in eight innings, as the Good Guys broke a 2-2 tie, with a two run homer from Burns, in a 4-2 Good Guy triumph.
Houston entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Charlize pitched on Monday night. She got hammered, allowing nine runs, in five innings, of a 9-4 setback. Things didnt get any better on Tuesday night, as Neve Campbell got bombed for the second time on the homestand, surrendering eight runs, in an 8-4 defeat. Rachel Leigh Cook had the ball on Wednesday afternoon, trying to avoid the sweep , a sunny, toasty, 88 degree day, in front of about 28,000. Cook gave a quality start, giving up only three runs in six innings. Paradise broke a 3-3 tie with two runs in the eighth, and then the bullpen did the rest, bringing home a 5-3 Good Guy win, that completed a subpar, but winning, five and four homestand. Mitch and Naomi's issues, and Mitch's soreness of his body, contributed to the subpar showing, and, as the team prepared to head to New York the next night, things were far from rosy.
During the tickle party that week, Cathy decided she wanted to be tickled by the team, due to Mitch and Naomi's problems. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in a bra and panties, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on Cathy's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Center Fielder Burns was next, attacking Cathy on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs:HHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Shortstop Tom Cruise was the next ler, tickling Cathy on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her legs bucked:HEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch and Gil Bellows positioned themselves at Cathy's feet, attacking them with fingers, feathers, and electric toothbrushes. Cathy went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! TWO AT ONCE IS SO MUCHHHH! NOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Cathy was untied.
On Thursday, Mitch was packed to head on the flight to JFK Airport in New York. "Would you like me to take you to the airport?" Naomi said. "No, I'll call a cab" Mitch said. "Fine, Mitchell, whatever, hold a grudge. Would you like it if you came back, and I wasnt here anymore?:" Naomi asked. Mitch was silent. "You need to get over it, Mitchell. You've not talked to me in ten days. If we arent going to work at it, let's give up, and go apart" Naomi said. "We'll talk when I get home" Mitch said. With that, Mitch picked up his case, and headed to the cab, that would take him to the airport, and the plane to New York.
So, it had been a homestand of subpar play for the Good Guys, and near silence for Mitch and Naomi. Now came a ten day trip. Was the silence only temporary, or would it evolve into something more long term? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
