Taking the Helm -- The BAP Story of Phil Gomez

[bluejacketsfan]

this is getting interesting.

[shinderhizzle84]

July 5th, 2008:

I've had those nightmares again.

I get out of bed, feeling around in the dark for some sort of light to guide me to the bathroom.

God, how I could use a drink.

I continue to search for the light, and it comes as a surprise to me when Sarah turns our bedroom light on for me.

"Honey?" she asks worriedly. Yeah, that's right. I married my high school sweetheart. I know I should be considered a lucky man, but truthfully, I feel bad for her. She's such a great woman, with such a kind heart and a gorgeous body, even after having two kids. Yet she could have done so much better than me.

I'm nothing, by the way. She's a lawyer in New York City--some big firm that I don't even know the name of.

I went to her workplace once, and it's all guys. A lot of them are very interested in her, too. I don't blame them. They must think I'm some sort of hobo or something that doesn't belong with her.

I work part time at a Wendy's, but now that we've just had a second child, I've had to put that job on hold so I can take care of it.

That's right, I'm a stay at home dad. And I take care of my children.

I'm cleaning up the dirty diaper of Kyra, our baby girl, when the phone rings.

"Honey, can you get that?" I yell upstairs. Kyra is crying loudly, so I'm not sure if she heard me.

Once again, though, I'm surprised, as I hear the phone stop ringing, and realize that Sarah must have picked it up.

God, I love that woman.

Moments later I heard her running down the stairs with the cordless phone.

"Honey, it's for you!"

For me? Now that's a surprise.

I figured it must be Bill, from Wendy's. Bill is the manager there, and he doesn't take kindly to people who just walk out on him, even if they did have a second child.

I quit work about 2 months ago, yet he calls me every now and then to try and convince me to come back to work, and how badly he needs the help, even though he's got about eighteen other people who would love to have my job.

"Hello?" I ask into the receiver.

"My, how you and Sarah have changed, ****head," The voice says.

"Excuse me?" I ask, angered by the usage of the curse word, as well as the first name basis with my wife.

"Hey, hold your fire there, chief," the man says. "I'm a little hurt you don't remember me, to be honest."

"Will you just shut the hell up with that and come out and say who you are already?"

The man chuckles slightly, and then inhales before speaking once again.

"My name's Brandon. Brandon Appleby? Or have you forgotten about me altogether?"

I almost drop the phone into a pile of baby ****, but manage to catch it with my free hand.

"Brandon?" I asked once again, disbelieving.

"Yep," He said, his voice now more raspy. It almost sounds as if he's got a subtle Texan accent.

"What have you been up to?" I ask, interested.

"Well, for a few years I moved down south to open up a ranch in the hopes of making a living off of the land."

That explains the hint of an accent.

"Unfortunately, us New Yorkers simply aren't meant for cattle herding and whatnot. Now I'm living in Brooklyn in a one bedroom apartment that I lease. It isn't pretty, but the rent is cheap and it gets the job done."

"Nice," I said. I never really had an opportunity to test the "free agent market", so to speak, and I'm immediately envious of him for having the ability to be single for a while.

"Did you hear about the Rangers?" He asked me after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "I can't believe we didn't resign Jagr, what a bunch of bologna.”

"Yeah, but THN says it's going to be a hidden blessing, so we'll see how it plays out."

"Speaking of playing out," I say, "would you like to maybe go hit one of the local rinks one night and go play some pickup hockey?"

"Sure!" he replies back, joyful now. "I haven't been on skates in years."

"Me neither," I say, laughing at the thought of the two of us, now grizzled with poorly shaven beards and aged with the tolls of adult life playing hockey like we used to as kids.

"Take the train into town," I say, "and I'll pick you up at the station. Maybe we can go for a bite to eat afterwards."

The phone conversation winds down slowly enough, and eventually, we say our goodbyes, finalizing our plans.

I can't wait for tomorrow night.

[bashbros30]

hahaha Grizzled??? your how old??

[canucksfan33]

When you said you worked at Wendy's, I lol'd a little. When you said the manager's name was Bill, I lol'd more.

I used to work at wendy's a few months ago, my managers name was Bill.

Sorry, I found it funny.

Great Updates though. Really like this already.

[shinderhizzle84]

Quote: Originally Posted by canucksfan33

When you said you worked at Wendy's, I lol'd a little. When you said the manager's name was Bill, I lol'd more. I used to work at wendy's a few months ago, my managers name was Bill. Sorry, I found it funny. Great Updates though. Really like this already.

haha that is hilarious!!!! that's serious fate right there, haha.

But Bashbros, if you remember the first update, it took place in March of 1998, and he was 18 then, but now it's 2008 in the summer. So he's like 28 years old, I guess.

[kzoz21]

wendy's is tasty. and so is this. just an fyi.

[Bolts_26]

I caught up.

It is nice.

You are a Mexicano.

[shinderhizzle84]

Quote: Originally Posted by kzoz21

wendy's is tasty. and so is this. just an fyi.

LOL kzoz is my new marketing correspondent, haha.

And thanks bolts, I am half hispanic IRL, so i figured it was time to incorporate that into one of my stories.

That's right, I'm only Finnish in my heart