Take Them Out to a Ball Game

[FolFanatic151]

I have been working on this fan fic for the LONGEST time, and I'm finally going to post it. It's just the beginning but I'll have more typed in soon. I told myself that I'd post it before summer is over, and, considering the fact that I start school on Tuesday, I decided to post today.

Some facts throughout the fan fic might not match up with the year. You might not even notice them, but if you do, don't kill me.
Note: Wes is the science teacher from the last two episodes. Ben is the guy that Natalie went to the Sadie Hawkins dance with.
May 1993

Jo and Rick Bonner, Blair and Wes Mitchell, Natalie and Ben Cohen, Tootie and Jeff Williams, and Beverly Ann Stickle were all sitting around the Bonner’s kitchen table one night. Rick stood up. “Can I get anyone some more coffee?” he asked.
“Sure. Thanks, honey,” said Jo with a smile. “Hey, you guys, Rick’s birthday is coming up in July. We’re going to go to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, and you’re all invited. I just need to know how many ticket to get.”
“Sounds great, Jo!” Natalie said.
“Yeah!” said Tootie enthusiastically.
“Are you sure you should be going to a baseball game being pregnant and all?” said Jeff with a look of concern on his face. Ben looked at Natalie and nodded in agreement.
“Jeff, I’m not due for another four months!” Tootie exclaimed
“And I still have three more months to go. Come on, guys! It’ll be so much fun!” said Natalie.
“Well, okay,” said Ben.
“Alright, I guess,” agreed Jeff.
“Oh, I’m sorry Jo. I promised Andy we would take a real vacation this year, and we’re going to be away then,” said Beverly Ann.
“It’s okay, Bev. No problem,” said Jo. “So, where are you going?” she asked.
“Guess!” said Beverly Ann.
“Florida? California?” said Tootie.
“Hawaii?” said Natalie.
“Nope,” said Beverly Ann with a big grin on her face. “Appleton, Wisconsin!”
“Oh,” replied everyone else.
“We’ll get to visit the farm I grew up on and see all the cows and fields and horses. Oh, boy! I can’t wait!” exclaimed Beverly Ann.
“How nice,” said Natalie in a rather sarcastic tone.
“What about you, Blair? Are you and Wes gonna come too?” asked Jo.
“Why not? Count me in,” said Blair. “You want to come too, honey,” she asked her husband.
“Sure! I’ve never been to Boston before, and I’ve always wanted to see Fenway,” said Wes.
Rick sighed, “Boston – my hometown.”
“Rick, you’re from Boston? I never knew that. I knew you were a Red Sox fan, but I never knew you were from Boston. Say ‘Park the car in Harvard Yard’. I want to see if you have a Boston accent,” said Natalie all in one breath.
“Well, you see, I was born in Boston, but we moved to Springfield – where my mom is originally from – when I was, like, three months old. My dad died when I was five, and two years later, his little brother died. He had lived in Boston to take care of my grandmother. So, when I was seven, my mom and brothers and sisters and I moved back to Boston to live with and take care of my grandmother. I lived in Springfield when I learned to talk so I never got the Boston accent. When we moved back to Boston, my mom told me she never wanted me to ‘lose my R’s,’” explained Rick.
“Of course. Because then your name would be ‘Ick!’” Blair laughed. Everyone else just rolled his or her eyes.
“Wow, Rick. I never knew all that about you. It’s so sad about your dad, though,” said Tootie
“Why in the world would you leave exciting Boston to come to sleepy, old Peekskill?” asked Natalie.
“I lived in Boston with my mom and grandma through high school. After high school, my mom wanted me to go to college. So I went to school at Langley and got my Masters while working a job and still trying to concentrate on my music,” said Rick. “I kept at my music for a while, made a few bucks, started hanging out at the center, met a beautiful woman, and the rest is history,” Rick smiled at Jo.
“You went to Langley?” Blair said in amazement.
“Yes, Blair. He’s not a complete idiot…the key word there being ‘complete,’” Jo grinned as Rick pretended to be hurt.
“How come we never ran into you on campus?” Blair asked.
“Probably because I’m six years older than you and Jo. I was out of Langley before you arrived there,” Rick said.
“So, you guys are in for the game?” Jo asked.
“Yup,” they replied.
“Okay, I’ll order the tickets tomorrow,” Jo said. Just then Katie Bonner, Jo and Rick’s three-year-old daughter, sleepily wandered into the room.
“Hey, cutie. What’re you doing up?” Jo said picking up her daughter. “We’re all going to see that baseball game I was telling you about,” Jo said.
“Katie, tell everyone what you’re going to be cheering at the game,” said Rick.
“Go Sox!” Katie said.
“No, no, no. Remember what Mommy told you? It’s ‘Go Yankees!’” said Jo.
“Go Yankees!” said Katie.
“No, honey. It’s ‘Go Red Sox!’” said Rick.
“Don’t listen to our silly daddy. It’s ‘Go Yankees!’” said Jo. The three-year-old looked up at Beverly Ann in bewilderment.
“Don’t ask me, sweetie. I’m from Wisconsin,” Beverly Ann said.
“Yeah, all they’ve got is the Brewers,” Rick said under his breath to Jo.
“No kidding,” Jo whispered back. “The highlight of those games is the sausage races,” she laughed. Jo saw her daughter’s eyes beginning to droop. “Well, let’s get you back to bed. We have to be quiet, though. We don’t want to wake up your little brother,” Jo said picking up Katie who was falling fast asleep again. Jo left to bring Katie back upstairs.
“I’d better get going now,” Beverly Ann said. “I’m beginning to fall asleep myself,” she laughed.
“Okay, Beverly Ann. G’night,” said Natalie.
“Night,” replied everyone else. Jo came back into the kitchen.
“She’s sound asleep,” she said with a smile on her face. “Oh, Beverly Ann, are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” Beverly Ann said.
“Well, take some food home with you. Here. Eat it tomorrow for supper,” Jo said handing Beverly Ann some containers full of leftovers.
“Thanks, Jo! Bye!” Beverly Ann said leaving.
“We should get going now, too,” Jeff said.
“I’ll get your coats,” said Rick.
“Yeah, us too,’ said Natalie.
“Same here,” said Blair. Everyone got their coats on and headed out the door.
“Bye! Talk to you later, Blair!” Jo shouted as everyone left.

[MrsGarrettRocksMySocks]

Well, take them out to the ball game already!haha! JK!! it's good, keep going!!

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*Blair:I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!
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my e-mail is charlotte_rae_fan@yahoo.com e-mail me!!
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I think that CHARLOTTE RAE is the BEST ACTRESS that EVER lived!!She is incredible!!SOMEDAY...I *WILL* meet HER!!
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Estelle:You're lucky I'm a lady, or I'd knock your teeth out!
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IM me using piggy2111 or The GGirls R Koo
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Tootie:WE ARE IN TROUBLLEEEEE!!!!
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Estelle:There's more to life than football, Jimmy!
Jimmy: Yea, but there's nothing more important!
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you have to admit, you CAN'T ARGUE WITH MRS.GARRETT!!

[hockeychiC518]

finally u post agh hah! post more post more post more post more post more!(notice how i said post more 5 times and 5 is nomaH's number!)has there been a convo. that we had that has not said anythin about the sox...NOPE!! lol I WANT SHEA!!! lol he could take the bambino!

[Acting Girl 19]

It is very good keep going!




[This message has been edited by fol and gi rock (edited 09-03-2001).]

[Kari Ingrid]

I really like your story so far. It was cute when you had Jo and Rick telling their daughter to root for two opposing teams. I sense the somthing big happended in Rick's past. It will be interesting to food out if I'm right.

[Swimfan85]

haha i know something u dont know hahha so hurry up add more !!!hahahaha we didnt talk bout sox lol!

[KerriBerri687]

gr8 so far! add more

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Luv ya!
Kerri

[MrsGarrettRocksMySocks]

oh , come on I'm dying, what's next?

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*Blair:I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!
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my e-mail is charlotte_rae_fan@yahoo.com e-mail me!!
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I think that CHARLOTTE RAE is the BEST ACTRESS that EVER lived!!She is incredible!!SOMEDAY...I *WILL* meet HER!!
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Estelle:You're lucky I'm a lady, or I'd knock your teeth out!
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IM me using piggy2111 or The GGirls R Koo
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Tootie:WE ARE IN TROUBLLEEEEE!!!!
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Estelle:There's more to life than football, Jimmy!
Jimmy: Yea, but there's nothing more important!
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you have to admit, you CAN'T ARGUE WITH MRS.GARRETT!!

[FolFanatic151]

I'm really sorry for the delay. I started school on Tuesday and already have a ton of homework. Thank you to everyone who replied. I'm glad you liked it. I really appreciate the replies.
I'd also like to thank my "consultants" on this story - my mom and hockeybabe. Okay, well enough chit-chat...here's more.
July 26th, 1993

“Okay, Rick, everybody is going to meet here at about 7:30 tomorrow morning. We should, hopefully, be on the road by 8. We should hit Boston by noon-ish and the game is at one,” Jo said. “Oh, and we’ll swing by your mom’s place to drop off Danny before the game.”
“Okay. I still think Danny should come to the game, too. It could be very educational,” Rick said.
“I know our son is smart, but – I hate to break it to you – most one-year-olds don’t understand baseball,” Jo said.
“Well neither does Blair, but she gets to come,” Rick replied. Jo rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Besides, your mom loves spending time with her grandson,” she said.
“Okay,” agreed Rick.
“Now, I figured that you could take the guys in the car, and I’d take Blair, Nat, and Tootie in the van. Oh, and I’ll take Katie and Danny, too, because their car seats are already in there,” Jo said. “Okay?”
“Sure,” agreed Rick.
“Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us, Birthday Boy,” Jo said with a smile.

(Next Morning)

Everyone was crowded in the Bonner’s driveway at 7:45 on a hot summer day. “Okay. Jeff, Wes, and Ben,” Jo directed, “you guys ride in the car with Rick, okay?”
“Sure,” the guys replied.
“Nat, Blair, and Tootie,” Jo continued, “You are coming with me, Katie, and Danny in the van, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Blair replied. “Anything else, captain?” she joked. Jo playfully elbowed Blair.
“Come on, leave me alone,” Jo smiled. Rick buckled Katie and Danny in to the van.
“We’re all set!” he said.
Let’s go then!” Jo replied. Everyone got into their designated cars and hit the road.

(In the Van)

“Blair, if Danny starts to fuss can you give him his bottle?” Jo asked, concentrating on her driving.
“Sure. No problem,” Blair said.
“Thanks,” Jo said. “He’s gonna spend the day with his grandma, and I want him to be well-fed so he won’t be crabby for her.”
“Yeah, I hope Laura is good for my mom today. I’ll come home, and my mom will have probably bought her a whole new wardrobe,” Blair laughed. “Hey,” she said as she turned to Danny. “Do you remember my little girl, Laura? She’s about your age. Maybe you two will grow up and get married some day! Wouldn’t that be great, Jo?” Blair exclaimed.
“Yeah, just great,” Jo teased Blair. After awhile, Jo began absentmindedly singing, “I’m glad I said I’ll tasted it, I’ll give it a whirl! ‘Cause now I am a cereal girl, girl. She’s a cereal girl! Cereal…!”
“Um, Jo, I hate to interrupt you, but isn’t it ‘Material Girl?’” Natalie asked.
“Oops. Oh, yeah. Sesame Street sort of grows on you after awhile. I guess you can tell I’m a parent,” Jo said sort of embarrassed. Everyone else burst out laughing.
“Oh, you guys! Shhh! Katie and Danny are sleeping!” Tootie called from the third seat. Everyone quieted down a bit.
“I can’t wait ‘til I’m a mom,” Tootie said.
“Me too!” Natalie said.
“Oh, you guys will make terrific mothers,” Jo said.
“The best,” Blair agreed. “Well, after me, of course!” she laughed. The girls, now grown women, drove in silence for awhile. “Jo, are you sure you don’t want me to chip in for the tickets?” Blair said.
“Yes, Blair, I’m positive. I’m not as poor as I used to be, you know,” Jo said.
“Jo, you work at the center – I own the center. Rick teaches at Eastland – I own Eastland. I know how much both of you make,” Blair said. “It’s not as much as I make. Please let me chip in!”
“Blair, it’s enough for us. No, you won’t chip in. We’ve got it covered,” said Jo.
“Oh, fine,” Blair agreed reluctantly.
“And don’t try to slip twenty bucks to Katie like you did when we picked up the check at dinner last time” Jo warned. Blair smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, you saw that?” Blair said.
“Yes, and I stuck it back in your purse when you were in the bathroom!” Jo said triumphantly.
“You guys are too much,” Natalie laughed. Just then, Jo slowed down and parked the car on a street in Boston. She began to unbuckle her seatbelt. “Either we’re lost or Fenway Park is smaller than I though,” Natalie said.
“No, Nat. This is where Rick’s mom lives. Danny is going to stay with her while we’re at the game,” Jo explained.
“Ohhhh,” Nat said as Rick’s car pulled p behind them.
“I’ll be right back, guys. Do you mind waiting in the car? You can come in if you want. I’m gonna take Katie in, too, to say hi,” Jo said as Rick came over to help carry in Danny and the diaper bag. The four of them walked into the house.
“My baby! Happy Birthday!” Rick’s mother cried taking Rick into a hug. “Jo! How have you been? It’s great to see you again!” Rick’s mom said hugging Jo, too.
I’m great, Charlotte. Thanks for taking Danny, again,” Jo smiled at her mother-in-law.
“Oh, he’s no problem at all,” Rick’s mom said kissing Danny. “Katie, you’re such a big girl now!” she said picking up her granddaughter. Jo and Rick got Danny settled with his grandma and left with Katie.
“Hey, guys, we’re all set. Sorry for the wait,” Jo said returning to the van with Katie.
“No problem,” Nat replied.
“So, let’s get going,” Blair said buckling her seatbelt.
“Um, Blair?” Jo said. “We’re walking to Fenway from here.”
“Wa-wa-wa-walking?” Blair stammered. “But I wore heels! They are not walking shoes!”
“It’s just five blocks from here,” Jo said.
“Yeah, come on, Blair. Toughen up. You only have to carry one person five blocks,” Nat said patting her stomach.
“Oh, all right,” Blair said reluctantly.
The nine people trooping down the Boston sidewalk were quite a sight. Blair complained that her feet hurt and wanted to stop every two seconds. Tootie had her camera out and was taking pictures like a typical tourist. Rick was telling anyone who would listen, stories about his boyhood days in Boston. Natalie was reading aloud from a brochure about the city, and Jo kept trying to make everyone march in single file so they’d make it in time for the game.
They could tell they were nearing the park as the shouts of vendors trying to sell food, programs, or souvenirs grew louder.
“Oh, brother. All this Red Sox stuff is making me sick!” Jo said. Every head turned in her direction with a menacing look on its face.
“Uh, she’s just kidding!” Rick said guiding Jo away from them. “Are you crazy? Never say that in Boston! You could’ve been killed!” Rick said. “And take the stupid Yankees hat off before you get beat up,” he said.
They turned onto Yawkee Way, gave the mean their tickets, and pushed through the crowd to find their seats. Finally, everyone was seated.
“Ohhh, great seats, Jo,” Blair said sarcastically. “I have a wonderful view of this pole!” Jo gave Blair a ‘look’, and she shut up.
“Rick, I betcha ten bucks, the Yanks will beat the Sox,” Jo said.
“You’re on!” Rick said shaking Jo’s outstretched hand. “After today’s game, I’ll be ten dollars richer,” he said smugly.
“So this is what Fenway Park looks like!” Nat said in amazement. “I’m not that big of a baseball fan, but this place has some real historical value!”
“Yup! The Green Monster, Pesky’s Pole, the good ol’ Citgo sign…” Rick said. “Not to mention, no leg room, disgusting bathrooms, and inadequate, expensive parking,” he finished with a grin. “Actually, it is a great place. I worked here on groundskeeping all through high school,” he said.
They watched batting practice for awhile from their lower grandstand seats along the first base side. The lineup was announced, the national anthem sung, and the game began. It was no more than fifteen minutes into the game, when Manny Ramirez stepped up to the plate and hit a grand slam, making the score Boston-4, New York-0. Pedro Martinez had struck out the side in the top of the inning. The crowd burst into cheers.
“What? What happened, Jo? Did we get a touchdown?” Blair asked. Jo rolled her eyes.
“No, Blair,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Touchdowns are in football. This is baseball, and the Red Sox just scored four runs. Manny Ramirez hit a grand slam, which is when someone hits a home run with the bases loaded. Okay?” Jo said.
“Um, okay,” Blair said still looking confused.
“You know, Jo, there’s still time to call off that bet,” Rick grinned.
“No way,” Jo replied. “We’re going to get you guys.”
“In your dreams,” Rick replied.
“Come on! The Yankees are the best!” Jo argued.
“The Red Sox, though they break my heart sometimes, will always be the best,” Rick said.
“Well, we’ll just see who’s best when this game ends,” Jo said.
“Katie, who’s better, the Red Sox or the Yankees?” Rick said.
“Rick, this child is going to be a Yankees fan,” Jo said.
“Not if I can help it,” Rick replied.
“You know, most couples argue about what religion or environment or home situations their children are going to be brought up in – not whether they’re going to be a Red Sox or Yankees fan,” Natalie interrupted with a laugh. Jo and Rick stopped their argument and grinned at each other.
“Yeah, you’re right,” they said to Natalie.
“They’re going to be Yankees fans,” Jo whispered to Rick. He shook his head.
“Hey!” Rick yelled to one of the peanut vendors walking through the stands. “I’ll take one of those,” he said passing the money to the end of the row. Blair screamed as the peanuts came flying over her head.
“What are you doing?” she yelled at Rick as he caught the bag.
“Getting peanuts,” he replied calmly. “Want some?” Blair gave him a dirty look as Jo grinned at her husband. “Hey, here comes the wave! Get ready!” Rick said.
“The what?” Blair said as everyone around her stood up, raised their arms, and sat down again. “What was that?” Blair asked.
“The wave,” Jo replied simply.
“Here, I’ll explain it,” offered Jeff, and Blair turned to listen.
Jo looked down and over a couple of rows where she saw an eight-year-old being sung to as a birthday cake was brought to him. “Hey, buddy! Gimme a Lemon Ice!” she yelled to a vendor. Jo then went down and asked the mother of the little boy if she could borrow one of the candles when they were done with them. Blair had just finished learning about the wave when she saw Jo walking towards them with a lit candle sticking out of a Lemon Ice.
“Happy Birthday to you…” Jo belted out as she presented Rick with the Lemon Ice. Natalie, Tootie, Ben, Wes, Jeff, Katie, and several strangers sitting near them joined in.
“I don’t know these people,” Blair said to a woman sitting behind her.
“Happy Birthday, honey,” Jo said giving Rick a kiss.
“Aw, gee, thanks, Jo. You’re the best. When I was little and came to these games I’d always see other kids there getting birthday cakes and being sung to. I always wished I were one of those kids. Thanks,” Rick said smiling.
“Awwww, that’s so sweet,” said one man wiping tears from his eyes.
“Do people always act this strangely at baseball games?” Blair asked Natalie.
“Naw, that one’s just drunk,” Nat replied.
“You know, I think I’m going to go to the bathroom right now,” Blair said, looking suspiciously at everyone around her. “Which way is it?”
“That-a-way,” Rick said pointing. Blair left, after having much trouble climbing over almost an entire row of people and knocking over two sodas and stepping on one bag of peanuts, a bag of popcorn, and five large men’s feet.
“Oh, good, Katie,” Jo said. “You can sit in Blair’s seat for awhile, and we’ll give Mommy’s lap a rest.”
“Okay,” Katie replied climbing into the seat next to her mother.
The Yankees were batting, and their number four hitter stepped up to the plate. He hit a sharp foul ball, which ricocheted off of the Red Sox dugout and was streaking towards Katie. The three-year-old was too busy eating popcorn to notice what was going on. Jo reached over to grab Katie but found that her daughter had gotten her leg stuck in the seat. Jo frantically tried to pull her out and protect her from the ball at the same time. Rick did the first thing that came to his mind. Thinking only of his little daughter and pregnant wife, Rick dove across two seats and knocked them both out of the way of the ball. In the process, though, Rick caught the foul ball with the side of his head. Jo turned around to find her husband unconscious on the floor with the peanut shells and popcorn kernels.

[MrsGarrettRocksMySocks]

That is sooooooooo good!!! I love it, you HAFTA post more!! PLease?!

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*Blair:I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!
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my e-mail is charlotte_rae_fan@yahoo.com e-mail me!!
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I think that CHARLOTTE RAE is the BEST ACTRESS that EVER lived!!She is incredible!!SOMEDAY...I *WILL* meet HER!!
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Estelle:You're lucky I'm a lady, or I'd knock your teeth out!
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IM me using piggy2111 or The GGirls R Koo
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Tootie:WE ARE IN TROUBLLEEEEE!!!!
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Estelle:There's more to life than football, Jimmy!
Jimmy: Yea, but there's nothing more important!
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you have to admit, you CAN'T ARGUE WITH MRS.GARRETT!!

[Swimfan85]

i love it get to my part lol

[FolFanatic151]

Sorry for the delay. Here's more.
“Oh, my gosh! Rick!” Jo said bending down next to her husband. “Rick, are you okay?” Jo said slapping his face lightly. “Say something!” she screamed. Rick lay motionless.
Someone had called the paramedics, and the paramedics came rushing towards the scene.
“Is there a pulse? Is he unconscious?” asked one paramedic as the other two lifted Rick onto a stretcher.
“Um, he’s unconscious, and no one has looked for a pulse yet,” Natalie answered.
“Are any of you family?” the paramedic asked.
“She’s his wife,” Nat answered again, pointing to a crying Jo. “And that’s his daughter,” Nat said motioning towards Katie.
“You can come in the ambulance, ma’am,” the paramedic said to Jo. She just nodded. “The little girl should stay though,” he said.
“We’ll take care of Katie, Jo. Don’t worry,” Tootie said. Jo just nodded again and left with the paramedics and an unconscious Rick.
“We should probably go to the hospital, too,” Natalie said.
“Yeah, Jo must need us for moral support. We’ll give her a shoulder to cry on,” Tootie added, as she rocked Katie back and forth in her arms.
“Let’s go,” Jeff said. Before they could move, several official-looking people rushed up to them. Their arms were full of Red Sox shirts, hats, stuffed animals, and inflatable bats.
“These are for you and your friend. We hope they make up for this unfortunate event,” one man said.
“Oh! Thanks!” Tootie exclaimed grabbing the souvenirs.
“Tootie, they’re just trying to bribe us so they won’t get sued or something,” Nat whispered.
“I don’t care! It’s free stuff!” Tootie said handing Natalie an inflatable bat.
They pushed their way through the crowd that had gathered around the scene and headed out onto the Boston street.
“Um, now what?” said Tootie. “Where is the hospital they went to and how do we get there?”
“Just watch and learn,” Nat said as she expertly hailed a cab for them. Tootie looked at her as if to say, ‘Where did you learn that?’ “Hey, living in SoHo that year finally paid off,” Nat grinned. They all piled into the cab. “Excuse me, sir,” Natalie said to the driver. “Um, our friend was taken in an ambulance to a hospital. Do you know which one that would be?”
“Lady, this is Boston. Do you know how many hospitals there are in this city?” the cabbie said.
“Um, no,” Nat answered.
“A lot,” the driver replied.
“Do you think, maybe, we could just drive around to all of them until we find our friends,” Tootie asked. Nat elbowed Tootie.
“Sorry, we’re from New York, and we don’t know our way around here,” Nat said.
“I guess your best bet would be Massachusetts General Hospital. Wanna try there?” the cabbie said.
“That’d be great. Thank you so much,” Natalie said. The driver just grunted a reply and pulled out into the traffic.
Meanwhile, back at Fenway Park, Blair was coming out of the bathroom. “I can’t believe there were actually lines for the bathroom. It was so disgusting!” she said, making her way down the steps towards their seats.
“Um, am I in the right place?” she asked aloud. The drunken man turned around and looked at her.
“Your friends left,” he said.
“What?” Blair screamed.
“Oh, were you with that big party, too?” the woman sitting behind her asked.
“Yes, yes! Where are they?” Blair said.
“Um, a foul ball was hit over here, and it knocked one man unconscious. He was taken out on a stretcher by paramedics,” the woman explained.
“Oh, my God,” Blair said. “Which man was it?”
“Uh, I think it was the guy with the light brown hair,” she said. The woman thought for a moment. “Yes. It was the one everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to before.”
“Rick!” Blair exclaimed.
“Yeah, that was his name. His wife – well I think it was his wife – was screaming it and crying a lot. She left in the ambulance with him,” the woman said.
“Oh, poor Jo!” Blair said. “Well, what about the others? Did they go in the ambulance, too?” Blair inquired.
“Um, no I don’t think so. One of ‘em said something about going to the hospital, I think,” the woman said.
“Oh, thank you so much!” Blair said.
“Don’t mention it, honey,” the woman answered. Blair turned to leave.
“Um, what hospital do you think they went to, and exactly how would I get there?” Blair asked.
“Sorry, I can’t help you on that one. I’m just visiting here from Florida,” the lady said.
Blair asked a few more people, who either didn’t know or told her to shut up – they were watching the game.
“Oh, okay,” Blair said looking very nervous. “I guess I’ll just wait here for now. Maybe they’ll come back for me,” she said sounding scared. Her tone suddenly changed. “I can’t believe my own stinkin’ husband left me here! And two of my best friends! I’m gonna kill them!” Blair yelled, mostly to herself. “That is, if they ever come back for me.” Blair looked around for someone to help her, but all she saw was the drunken guy. “I think I’m going to have to get out of this one myself,” she concluded.







[This message has been edited by FolFanatic151 (edited 09-15-2001).]

[Krisalicious]

OMG this is so good!!!!!

[MrsGarrettRocksMySocks]

WOW this is good!!! I'll quote tootie, BLair is in TRRRRRRROOOOOOUUUUUBLLLLEE!!!hahaha, go on it's good, except in one part you said blair rocked Katie in her arms and then later you mentioned she came back, it kinda confused me at first but then I figured it was just a typo and I really dont' care but I just thought I'd tell you so that no one else can tell you and be really mean about it!

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*Blair:I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!
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my e-mail is charlotte_rae_fan@yahoo.com e-mail me!!
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I think that CHARLOTTE RAE is the BEST ACTRESS that EVER lived!!She is incredible!!SOMEDAY...I *WILL* meet HER!!
*************************
Estelle:You're lucky I'm a lady, or I'd knock your teeth out!
*************************
IM me using piggy2111 or The GGirls R Koo
*************************
Tootie:WE ARE IN TROUBLLEEEEE!!!!
*************************
Estelle:There's more to life than football, Jimmy!
Jimmy: Yea, but there's nothing more important!
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you have to admit, you CAN'T ARGUE WITH MRS.GARRETT!!

[Acting Girl 19]

I like this! Post more!!!!!!!!!!!