"A Day at the Ballpark"

The scene opens, 14 years ago, in Brooklyn, New York. At KeySpan Park to be exact. What is KeySpan Park? It's only the home of the single A baseball team, the Brooklyn Cyclones. Why are we here? Because, in the stands that day, are two SFT legends, Will Schorg, aka Aj Nin Red Rum, and Becky Thompson-Schorg, along with, (who are attending their very first baseball game), a young Jane Schorg, and Sara Pettis. On the field, players are warming up for the game that day. It's going to be a great day for the girls. After today's Cyclones game, the plan is to drive too Queens, to catch the Mets game that night. It's about 40 minutes till game time at KeySpan Park. Sara and Jane are sitting in their seats, just behind the home team dugout, wearing New York Mets caps, and each is holding a baseball along with a sharpie marker. As the team walks back towards the dugout after stretching, Sara and Jane do that thing every little kid does at baseball games when they have a sharpie and a blank baseball, no matter what level it is. They scream 'Oh oh oh, can you sign my ball please?' Of course, the players are very happy too, and before long, both of their baseballs are completely covered with the entire Cyclones roster. The game starts, and the girls watch intently with their parents. The Cyclones are losing, but who cares, they're having fun. The sights, the sounds, and the best hot dogs they've ever had for lunch. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. In the 7th Inning, a Cyclone player cracks his bat, and is easily thrown out at first. As he walks back towards the dugout...

"Nice hawussel (hustle for those of you who don't speak four year old)."

He looks up and sees Sara, and smiles a little. He signals for the bat boy to bring his cracked bat to him, and asks Sara if she wants it. Sara is amazed when he hands the bat over the top of the dugout too her. Jane is obviously jealous, which the player notices, and tosses his batting gloves to her.

The Cyclones would come back to win in the 9th Inning, a perfect end for someone's first ever baseball game. Sara and Jane walk away from the stadium with their new memorabilia, smiling, and excited to see the Mets play that night. Much like this game, they have seats right behind the dug out, and two more blank baseballs.

They get to Shea Stadium, again about 45 minutes before the game. The Mets players aren't stretching. They aren't even on the field, and they've already taken batting practice. About 15 minutes before the start of the game, a few players come out of the dugout to stretch, and like with the Cyclones, Sara and Jane attempt to 'Oh oh oh' a few autographs, which all fall on deaf ears. When the players walk back towards the dugout, they get the response 'sorry, we can't sign less then 5 minutes before the game starts'. Sara and Jane are disappointed, and Becky tries to console them as they look at their still blank balls by telling them that the major leaguers are just too busy. Sara looks up at the big screen that shows them busy in the dugout, messing around with each other by giving a rookie noogie, and even in her four year old mind, wonders what her mom is talking about.

This game was awful compared to the first. The Mets went down 12-1. They were never even in it. In the 4th, a Mets player completely broke his bat, and when Sara and Jane tried to ask the bat boy for it, he just ignored them, and threw it away. The hot dogs Will bought in the 7th Inning didn't even taste as good as the ones from KeySpan. Instead of leaving the park smiling. Sara and Jane just felt tired as Becky and Will carried them to the car.

Why do I bring up this story? It's a metaphor. You see, in my last promo, I said that I didn't consider RWA the Minor League, even though I was refining my skills as a wrestler there, and did have plans to at some point in my career come to SFT. But then Dave Van Dam comes out and says it. Ok, fine Dave, I'll humor you. Lets call RWA the minor league.

We never went to another big league game after that. Why would we? We didn't have a good time. Sure they were the "better" players. But who cares if you watch better players if you aren't having a good time doing it. To some people, it's not about being the best. Or watching the best. It's about having the good time. So if you want to call RWA the minor leagues. Fine. But I have more fun at Minor League games then I ever had at a Major League game. This should be about entertainment. Not about being the best. We forget about that sometimes, don't we? I admit, I have.

SFT sometimes feels like the big leagues. Sterile, and unfriendly. RWA isn't perfect. But neither is SFT. But why I am going on about this, and not about our match? Maybe its because I've just been invisible in this match. No one has had anything to say to, or about me, and that makes me sad. Yes, I know, I didn't hardly even say anything about the match earlier myself. But thats more because I felt like I needed to answer the question, more then talk about the match.

But all you keep going on is Nathan Gust, Nathan Gust, Nathan Gust. Well, you can keep thinking about Nathan Gust, when you're being pinned by me, Sara Pettis. You won't even know what hit you. How will the 'Immortal Outlaw', 'Immortal Icon', and 'Legend' be able to look himself in the mirror when he realizes he was bested by 'The Second Generation Show Stealer'? You know whats sad Dave? I've been doing this, a whole two months, and I feel like I have a better grasp on this sport then you could ever hope to have. Even after your laundry list of championships and accomplishments. It's sad Dave. Really, really sad.

I'm not the cocky type either. I've always hated that type. I can't stand over confidence. But for some reason, I feel more then just a little good about mine and Nate's chances on Inferno. Maybe its because you and Sean haven't really done much but talk about Nate and left the door wide open for me. You probably thought I'd barely be in this match. No, sorry Dave. If theres one thing I got from being a Pettis, it's the ability to make myself known when the shit hits the fan. So good luck Dave. Have fun trying to beat Nate with that ball and chain on your ankle named Mason, and me blind siding you.

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