Mending Ties

Enough is Enough is Enough

Opening my eyes I get this incredible heavy feeling in my head.  A feeling like I have been hit over the head with a blunt object.  I feel around to see if I am bleeding and thank god I'm not.

I sit up and look around realizing I am not in my room.  It looks like a hotel room, although from the looks of it it seems like a tornado has gone through it.

I hear what sounds like a groan beside me and I look over to see a very naked blonde in my bed and what looks like another naked blonde beside her.  It all hits me at that moment what happened.

Game 7 of the World Series was last night and we won.  Not only did we win, but yours truly, Thomas Hanover, was named MVP and I guess my celebration got out of hand again.

"Shit, I am so fucked if coach or management gets wind of this." Getting out of bed and trying to find my boxers and really not wanting to wake up whoever those two are in my bed.

I head out into the living area of the room and discover an even bigger mess.  Running my fingers through my hair I know I am in deep shit.  This has happened way too often for the management's liking and even though I am a great player professionally, personally I am a mess.

I am my own worst enemy though when it comes to my personal life.  People on the outside look at me and think I have it all, a professional baseball career, money, women, you know what everyone thinks athletes have.  I'll tell you a secret though all that doesn't mean shit if your heart is a fucking mess.

You can try to fill it will all of the above, but it never will be enough when there is a hole the size of a fucking baseball that only one person can fill and you know there is no chance in hell that is happening.  The reason for that is because your younger, stupider self made sure to fuck that chance up.

Sitting down on the couch, I try to come up with some plausable excuse for this hotel being trashed and I have nothing.

I get up to grab a bottle of water to see if I can possibly get this headache to stop, when there is a rather urgent knock on my door.

Looking at the time I see it's 9:00 am, who the fuck is at the door this early.  Heading to the door and looking through the peep hole I see coach.

"Well might as well get this over with," I think to myself as I open the door.

He walks in without saying a word, which that in its self is not good and sits down on the couch.  He just looks around the room and shakes his head.

"Is anyone else here?"  He asks in a stern, but not quite yelling tone.

"Yeah, 2 in the bedroom still sleeping," pointing to the closed door.

"Get them up and out of here now Hanover.  It is serious this time," he says taking another look around the room.

I move to the door and slip in.  Moving over to the bed and nudging blonde #1 to get up.  She moves a little, which causes #2 to fall off the edge of the bed and at least she wakes up.

"You both need to leave now," I say trying to sound serious, but not rude or dickish.

"What no encore performance?" #2 asks standing up naked as the day she was born.

"Not today ladies,  you both really need to leave now or I'll have to call security to remove you." Letting them know I am not playing around this morning.

They both grab their clothing and throw them on in record time and literally run out of the bedroom and I hear the door to the suite open and then shut.

I throw on some shorts and a shirt and head back out for my lecture.  One that I have gotten more times then I would like to count from either coach or management.