Sweet Spot: Homeruns #4

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wasn’t blowing smoke when he claimed to be a changed man. Mark shattered that illusion as soon as we were on the freeway. “Jimmy, I’ll give you the address for where I’m staying so you can drop me off.”
    “You know the rules, Butler,” Jimmy retorted. He might be small, but Jimmy was still a force. Not once had I seen him actually lose his temper with anyone. His calm demeanor sometimes bordered on creepy until you got to know him. “This year, you’re staying at the hotel. I’m assuming your agent sent you the code of conduct for spring training?”
    “Yeah, fuck that. I’m not some snot-nosed little punk who needs a goddamn babysitter. You can take me to the hotel if you want, but that don’t mean I’ll be sleeping there,” Mark hissed. He turned and narrowed his eyes at me before finishing his thought. “And whoever decided I was going to room with Pebbles is delusional. I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I can’t believe that fucking putz agreed to be Daddy’s little mole.”
    “You know what, Mark? Fuck you!” If it wouldn’t have caused an accident, I would’ve lunged at him and strangled the fucker with his own seat belt. “You’re not the only one pissed about this little fucking arrangement. And fuck you very much for thinking I’m here to be some sort of snitch. I’ve got my own shit to worry about.”
    “Boys, that’s enough,” Jimmy said in his creepy-calm voice. He reminded me of my mother when he used that tone. She rarely yelled at us kids, but when her voice got so quiet we could barely hear her, it was time to run. “I don’t know what they were thinking putting the two of you in the same room, but there had to be a reason for it. So, it’s in your best interest to figure out a way to get along for the next six weeks. And Mark, you also need to remember they’re going to be watching you this year. They need to know you’re not going to cause any more trouble for the team.”
    “Fuck that noise! I’m not a fucking kid, Jimmy.” He slammed his hand down on the dashboard to emphasize his point. I debated pointing out that if he wasn’t a child, he should drop the temper tantrums, but thought better of it. Mark was a powder keg waiting for someone to light a match and toss it his way.
    “Then I suggest you stop acting like one, Mark,” Jimmy advised him. “Your biggest enemy is your attitude. You’d be a good player if you weren’t trying to prove you have the biggest balls on the team all the time. You’re part of a team. If you weren’t up for the challenge of being part of something bigger than yourself, perhaps you should have gone into a different sport.”
    Jimmy pulled up in front of the hotel and flagged down one of the bellmen to load our gear. He then led us to the front desk so we could check in. As he handed us the keys, he reminded me he’d be out front tomorrow morning at eight o’clock to pick up all the pitchers and catchers and ferry us to the training complex.
    “Thanks, Jimmy, but I’ll probably hike it over there,” I told him so he wouldn’t be pissed off when he didn’t see me waiting with the others. Testing day was a bitch and I wanted to get there early so I wouldn’t have to spend the bulk of the day standing in lines. Not to mention, we couldn’t eat until they’d done the damn blood tests, and I’d be a dick until I had food in my system.
    “Fucking ass-kisser,” Mark sneered. He stomped toward the elevators and mashed on the button as if that’d make the doors open quicker. “This is such a bunch of fucking bullshit.”
    This sucked.

    M ark was still snoring the next morning when I got up and in the shower. Since he wasn’t even required to be here for another four days, he’d thought it was a good idea to go clubbing last night. While I’d appreciated having the room to myself, he had zero respect for anyone else, as evidenced by the way he stumbled into the room at three in the fucking morning. I thought about

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