Confessions of A Baseball Groupie

4 05 2008

Perfection is a beautiful thing. Not much in this world is perfect, especially when you are a baseball fan in South Florida. It was dangerously close to midnight by the time our Florida Marlins put to rest the Padres of San Diego. It has been a tradition of ours for at least two games to leave in the last inning to wait by the traveling team’s bus to try to get photographs of the ball players. A name like Greg Maddux and Wally Joyner may not mean much to a TMZ or Entertainment Tonight but in the world of sports fans, they mean the world. While waiting by the buses with my wife a woman in a dark red, tight dress popped into the corner of my vision. Her perfume was the fancy type and very subtle but her looks were not. This woman put the Marlins Mermaids to shame but she was not a dancer and most certainly not a fan of the game.

“Oh God, there goes that asshole Hanley” was the first sentence out of her mouth, spoken at no one and everyone at the same time. Out of curiosity and perhaps even a little pity I politely questioned her about the comment she made just loud enough for everyone to hear. In no time this girl, no older than 21 was telling me things I didn’t know and could have not cared less about. Late night, alcohol-fueled parties, sexual encounters with ball players, and even dirt on my beloved Marlins like which one was the faithful one. Yes, I said the faithful one, not ones. This woman was as starved for attention as a collector is starved for a case of Topps Allen & Ginter but before I could politely turn my head and continue waiting for the players she kept on and on. Washington Nationals, Chicago Cubs, St. Louis Cardinals, this woman had a boyfriend on each one of those teams and only one of them didn’t have a wife and it was because he “swung both ways” she admitted next to a group of children, none older than 12.

The more this woman spoke the worse I felt about my baseball idols. Were these guys ball players or just party animals who occasionally made time to play a little ball and ignore their legion of fans 162 times a year? I was ready to walk away and go home with a sick feeling in my stomach and then out of the dark a giant man showed up and changed my feelings about the game, about the players, and about what this woman had just revealed. His name is Tony Clark and yes, despite being close to the end of his playing career I only wish other guys could show the dedication to the fans that this man did on that cold night. After our awesome moment with Mr. Clark I looked for “Rosemary” somewhat out of curiosity and perhaps to get one final look at this baseball black widow. One could only imagine what tales she tells after a couple of drinks in her system. Someone else will have to find out because as I took my final glance she was getting into a white Mercedez Benz being driven by a certain Marlin who shall remain nameless. After all, this is Wax Heaven, not Deadspin.

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4 05 2008
dayf

“Were these guys ball players or just party animals”

Party animals. Well, not all of them, but when you get young men with lots of fame and even more money traveling all over the country for 8 months a year some serious partying is going to go on. Even though it’s 35 years old now, Ball Four is an excellent read just for the juxtaposition of the young guys horsing around and “shooting beaver” with the older vets desperately trying to play in just one more game.

This story here is kinda crazy though. Whether what she said was true or not,I’m sure the players wouldn’t be happy about someone airing their dirty laundry even if she does look good in a red dress.

4 05 2008
lonestarr

:O

She sounds skeezy, like a longtime prostitute that’s seen it all, but far less honorable.

I guess it’s not hard to understand it from the player’s perspective, for better or worse. You’re rich, you’ve got way too much free time, you’ll be 1000 miles away the next day, so why not?

I kind of want to know who she rode off into the night with now though…

4 05 2008
Joey

Some things never change. Whether its an athlete, actor, singer or business tycoon this goes on alot and it is nothing new. It doesn’t make it right by no means but it is a snapshot of where todays society is at.

4 05 2008
Charlie

Today’s society, and yesterday’s, and yesteryears’. This is not anything new. Watch the movie 61*, or read a couple of Mantle biopics and you’ll see what I mean. I love the Mick for what he meant to baseball, but that same guy that we pay $1000’s for a cut-auto ultra fractor doohicky dna sample 1/1, was an occasional piece of garbage as a human being. But that’s ok. I know regular everyday people that are even bigger scumbags. I like Mickey, and I like my Cubs now because of how they play ball, not because of who they are, and that’s just fine with me.

5 05 2008
chemgod

The funny thing is this isn’t just a major league thing. Hang around the minor league stadiums after the game and you’d surprised on how prevalent it is. When I worked for the Arizona Fall League, every night there would be 20-30 girls just waiting for a crack at these guys, and the guys are all to happy to help them out.

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