Oh, hi. You’re still here. No, that’s great. I’m glad you stayed. I just wasn’t sure. I mean last night was so amazing…or should I say Amazin’…that it almost felt like a dream. I mean here we’ve been, hanging around the same team for what must be a couple of months now and yet it’s like I never really noticed just how beautiful you can be. Yeah, people talked: “You really oughta check out Lagares. Lagares can really go get ’em. You like defense, don’t you?”
Sure, I like defense. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed the glove on you. I mean, c’mon, I’d be blind not to. But until last night, you never really wore it like that. Three on, tie game, deep fly, I figured, “Well, it was fun while it lasted,” and got ready to go to bed disappointed. But you really knew what you were doing out there. I have to admit I began to look at you in a whole other light.
And maybe I’ve just had my head in the wrong place, but I didn’t know you could wield a bat the way you do. Nobody told me you were into that! It was like, what, four hits? Three? Yeah, only three, I guess — but believe me, they felt like four. They were big ones, all right. The kind of hits that really make your night. Well, they made my night. Made me wanna have more nights exactly like that with you.
But now it’s the morning. I’m looking at you in this light and I realize it’s been practically forever since I felt this way about a center fielder…hell, since I felt this way about an outfielder at any position. I don’t want to spoil the moment, but I’ve been hurt before in these relationships. Good-looking young players like you come on like gangbusters, then they just disappear on me. Maybe I get one or two of those Amazin’ nights and then it just becomes emotionally draining when they either stick around too long or I don’t get to see enough of them to know if it’s real. Next thing I know, I’m left alone, on my couch, and I have to hear it through the grapevine that that outfielder I thought was really special moved on to Vegas or some crazy place like that without a word.
Will I even get to see you again? Will you be in the lineup every day? Will my desire for you go unrequited as you hide in the shadows at the end of the bench? And what if we’re actually moving too fast? What if I’m blowing up in my mind what might have been just one magical night into something much longer-lasting? There’s no guarantee I won’t get sick of you just like I got sick of too many of the rest. I have to warn you, I can be kind of a jerk that way.
I don’t know. I just wanna bask in this feeling I have right now and believe that maybe there’ll be more of it this weekend. And then we’ll see. But honestly and sincerely, I hope that what we shared doesn’t end up being just another Juan night stand.