Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
This piques my interest.
Me: What’s the rush?
A stretch of time passes before Miranda replies and I imagine her debating about how much information to tell me. Me, a perfect stranger.
I check the clock to see where I’m at for time and how much of it I have before the cavalry arrives.
Miranda Baseball Cards: I’m using the money I make from the sale of the cards to finance a new business.
I stand up straighter. A new business? That’s a fun development and I lean into the conversation, legitimately intrigued by this person I’ve never met and probably never will meet.
Me: Oh? Is it your first?
Miranda Baseball Cards: Yes, I…
Another long pause as she decides what to share.
Miranda Baseball Cards: Yeah, so, I actually graduated from college last semester and cannot see myself working for anyone, but myself. It’s always been my dream to open a design studio—I love designing and decorating spaces.
She just graduated from college.
That would make her around my age or close enough to it, roughly 22?
I have a few years on her at 24, but I was expecting Miranda to be at least in her forties. No fucking idea why, I just did.
Me: Design, like, interior design? Or are you an architect?
Miranda Baseball Cards: A little bit of both, but I don’t have my architectural degree. Business with a design emphasis. I want to hire one or two people and I can’t do that without capital. That’s why I have to sell these cards. I do not want to take out a loan.
A 22 year old new graduate starting her own business?
I’m fascinated.
Suddenly I’m curious about other details, like what she looks like. Where she went to school. How tall is she? What does her voice sound like? Besides my buddies and teammates, some of whom are also in their early twenties, I don’t know a single recent college graduate with this much ambition or drive. The only women I meet who are that age are gold diggers whose one ambition in life is to become a trophy wife.
This version of girl is foreign to me.
Even Anderson’s wife dropped out of school when they were at university together, moved in with him when he got drafted, and started having babies before he even proposed. How’s that for a retirement plan?
Anderson never got the memo about girls poking holes in condoms.
I’m not judging Keely; all I’m saying is she picked out her own engagement ring, the car he gave her as an engagement gift, and push presents for all three of her pregnancies. Also, she’s barely recognizable after all the surgery she’s had on her body and face.
That woman costs him hundreds of thousands of dollars a year—and I’m not in the market for my own Keely Stevens.
Me: That’s awesome!
Seriously, it is, but now I’m stumped on what else to say.
Miranda Baseball Cards: The whole thought of taking this giant risk makes me want to throw up, ya know? But if I don’t do it, I’ll hate myself. I would make THE WORST employee!
I remember the first time I stepped onto the baseball field at Field Park Stadium, surrounded by all the seats, bleachers, and box suites. The lights. The scoreboard. It was like nothing I’d ever seen and I threw up on home plate in front of my new coach and the team owner.
80 million dollars and he pukes on the plate.
“Good job, kid,” Coach said, slapping me on the back and walking away. He left me to my own devices and the custodian arrived to clean up my mess. Asked for an autograph.
I know all about nerves and being scared; I’ve lived it. I live it every time I step onto that field and the sensation of being on it never gets old, whether I’m playing or practicing.
Me: How so?
Miranda Baseball Cards: I would definitely be fired for insubordination and not following the rules by the end of day one. Day three if I’m lucky, ha ha.
Me: I’ll have to take your word for it.
“Hey dipshit, are you making love to that phone or what? Grimm just texted me—he and Dexter are on their way over.”
Me: We’ll talk more this week about the cards and plan for Wednesday?
Miranda Baseball Cards: That sounds great. Thanks again—you’re going to love this card, it really is in GREAT shape. My grandpa never took it out of its case.
They rarely did.
Which is good news for me.
Me: Sweet.
I set the phone down, ignoring it when it pings again with a new notification, knowing it’s Miranda. If I don’t stop messaging her, Wallace will ride my ass about it because he isn’t getting enough attention.
That dude is an attention and fame whore.
I think that’s one of the reasons he likes hanging out with me; I let him have the spotlight when we’re out in public, shying away from it for myself when I can. Although, the two of us being out together creates more unwanted attention than not. Christ, can’t a guy just eat dinner without it becoming a big fucking deal?