Re: Ain't No Laughing Matter: The Story Of Rusty Traylor
Episode 10: Repercussions
Offices of Herb Roe
July 20, 2012
6-29-2012
Rusty pitches well, and looks like he's getting back to his previous form. The kid pitches 8 innings, allows 6 hits, no runs, no earned runs, no walks, and strikes out 6. He finishes 2.02 ERA. His confidence seems to be returning. Kid's record is 8-2 now as his team wins.
On a lighter note, his parents were at the game and got quite a show. Finally me the kids father and he seems like a decent guy, though a bit bull-headed. Rusty seemed really glad they were there...good for him that he got through that. Now let's see how he holds up the rest of the year.
7-4-2012
Rusty pitched a good game but his team let him down. The kid gets through 6 innings, allows 6 hits, 1 run, 1 earned run, no walks, and 4 strike outs. He finishes with a 1.99 ERA but Richmond couldn't get on base, and loses the game 1-0 to Binghamton. Kids record is now 8-3.
7-9-2012
Seems like when the Reading come to town, Rusty has their number, and he did tonight. The kid pitched a great game, going 8 innings, allowing 6 hits, 1 run, one earned run, no walks, and striking out 9 finishing with a 1.93 ERA. Richmond won 3-1 and the kid's record looks good at 9-3 overall. He's looking more and more like he's ready for the big leagues with nights like this.
7-16-2012
Rusty had a solid outing but again his team left him to hang. The kid pitched 6 innings, allowing 6 hits, 1 run, 1 earned run, walking no one, and striking out 5. He finished with a 1.90 ERA but that one run made the difference as Altoona beat Richmond 1-0. Rusty feels responsible but he shouldn't as the offense for the team has been downright awful. The kids record falls to 9-4 but it's still pretty damn good overall.
Herb disdainfully tosses his notes onto the desk in front of him, tired of reading them. He'd been looking through them for nearly an hour now trying to find some new angle to help get Rusty promoted but it wasn't happening. The organization was dead-set on keeping him in Double-A right now.
Why was the issue though; those bums they were pampering in Triple-A weren't producing and Herb was damn sure that the organization wanted to get rid of them...but someone wasn't pulling the trigger. Someone was stopping his client from moving on up.
And Herb wanted to know who it was...he wanted to find them, kick them in the crotch, and get his client the promotion he deserved.
"Bastards," he mumbled as he reached for his bourbon. He took a deep drink of it and that shook the cobwebs; the burning feeling sent shockwaves of energy through his body.
He set the drink down, shook his head, and stared at his notes. What angle was he missing? What did he have to say to get his client that promotion?
There was a knock at the door and Gloria entered.
Herb stared at her, surprised to see her here so late in the evening. "Isn't the office closed?"
"It is," she said as she put her hands on her hips, "but some people have to do work around here."
Herb rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless. She had spunk. He liked that. "Want a drink?" He held out the bottle of bourbon.
She eyed it for a moment before sitting down across from him. "I could use one."
"I could use another," he said as he refilled his glass before pouring hers. She reached for it without hesitation, took a swig, and set the glass down.
She was a pro at this like him. "So...Traylor still hanging around the minors?"
Herb grimaced but nodded. "He's not going anywhere. Someone in the organization has a bone to pick with him."
That got her attention. She looked at him intently. "Really? You sure?"
"Positive," he seethed, the alcohol having an effect on him for sure. "I don't know who, I don't know why...I don't have a scrap of God Damned evidence," he said as he slammed his fist into the desk. "But I know someone's blocking his promotion..."
She sat there for a moment and then reached for her bourbon, downing the rest of it in one shot.
Now he was impressed.
She slammed the glass down, her face flush red, but her eyes filled with determination. "I can ask around."
"You're a secretary."
"We 'secretaries' do talk to one another," she shot back. "If you want the answers, I can try to find them."
He frowned. She was a secretary, not a private eye...but his usual channels weren't producing any new information. "Sure...ask. What the hell, right?"
She smiled. "Sure, what the hell?"
Episode 10: Repercussions
Offices of Herb Roe
July 20, 2012
6-29-2012
Rusty pitches well, and looks like he's getting back to his previous form. The kid pitches 8 innings, allows 6 hits, no runs, no earned runs, no walks, and strikes out 6. He finishes 2.02 ERA. His confidence seems to be returning. Kid's record is 8-2 now as his team wins.
On a lighter note, his parents were at the game and got quite a show. Finally me the kids father and he seems like a decent guy, though a bit bull-headed. Rusty seemed really glad they were there...good for him that he got through that. Now let's see how he holds up the rest of the year.
7-4-2012
Rusty pitched a good game but his team let him down. The kid gets through 6 innings, allows 6 hits, 1 run, 1 earned run, no walks, and 4 strike outs. He finishes with a 1.99 ERA but Richmond couldn't get on base, and loses the game 1-0 to Binghamton. Kids record is now 8-3.
7-9-2012
Seems like when the Reading come to town, Rusty has their number, and he did tonight. The kid pitched a great game, going 8 innings, allowing 6 hits, 1 run, one earned run, no walks, and striking out 9 finishing with a 1.93 ERA. Richmond won 3-1 and the kid's record looks good at 9-3 overall. He's looking more and more like he's ready for the big leagues with nights like this.
7-16-2012
Rusty had a solid outing but again his team left him to hang. The kid pitched 6 innings, allowing 6 hits, 1 run, 1 earned run, walking no one, and striking out 5. He finished with a 1.90 ERA but that one run made the difference as Altoona beat Richmond 1-0. Rusty feels responsible but he shouldn't as the offense for the team has been downright awful. The kids record falls to 9-4 but it's still pretty damn good overall.
Herb disdainfully tosses his notes onto the desk in front of him, tired of reading them. He'd been looking through them for nearly an hour now trying to find some new angle to help get Rusty promoted but it wasn't happening. The organization was dead-set on keeping him in Double-A right now.
Why was the issue though; those bums they were pampering in Triple-A weren't producing and Herb was damn sure that the organization wanted to get rid of them...but someone wasn't pulling the trigger. Someone was stopping his client from moving on up.
And Herb wanted to know who it was...he wanted to find them, kick them in the crotch, and get his client the promotion he deserved.
"Bastards," he mumbled as he reached for his bourbon. He took a deep drink of it and that shook the cobwebs; the burning feeling sent shockwaves of energy through his body.
He set the drink down, shook his head, and stared at his notes. What angle was he missing? What did he have to say to get his client that promotion?
There was a knock at the door and Gloria entered.
Herb stared at her, surprised to see her here so late in the evening. "Isn't the office closed?"
"It is," she said as she put her hands on her hips, "but some people have to do work around here."
Herb rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless. She had spunk. He liked that. "Want a drink?" He held out the bottle of bourbon.
She eyed it for a moment before sitting down across from him. "I could use one."
"I could use another," he said as he refilled his glass before pouring hers. She reached for it without hesitation, took a swig, and set the glass down.
She was a pro at this like him. "So...Traylor still hanging around the minors?"
Herb grimaced but nodded. "He's not going anywhere. Someone in the organization has a bone to pick with him."
That got her attention. She looked at him intently. "Really? You sure?"
"Positive," he seethed, the alcohol having an effect on him for sure. "I don't know who, I don't know why...I don't have a scrap of God Damned evidence," he said as he slammed his fist into the desk. "But I know someone's blocking his promotion..."
She sat there for a moment and then reached for her bourbon, downing the rest of it in one shot.
Now he was impressed.
She slammed the glass down, her face flush red, but her eyes filled with determination. "I can ask around."
"You're a secretary."
"We 'secretaries' do talk to one another," she shot back. "If you want the answers, I can try to find them."
He frowned. She was a secretary, not a private eye...but his usual channels weren't producing any new information. "Sure...ask. What the hell, right?"
She smiled. "Sure, what the hell?"
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