A Conversation: Beckett & Schilling, Pt. 2
Scene: the next day.
Curt: All right, young Texan- let us make a friendly wager. I believe I can equal your shutout feat from Wednesday when I take to the mound today, and I am willing to place a bet to that effect in the amount of…. five American dollars.
Josh: Five bucks? Are you shitting me?
Curt: I am deadly serious. Five dollars- that is how serious I am. I do not wager large sums of money like that without careful consideration.
Josh: Dude, let’s make the bet for five thousand bucks, and I might consider it. Hell, fuck that noise- I will bet you five thousand bucks, two cases of Bud Light, a fifth of bourbon, a new set of muddin’ tires for my truck and two strippers.
Curt: Only if you don’t tell Shonda.
(cut to lockerroom celebrations post-game)
Josh: FUCK YEAH! WOOOOOOOO!
Curt: We’ve led this team to the ALCS, Joshua. You celebrate all you want!
Josh: No, old man- I’m celebrating the fat five grand you owe me. NUMBER ONE! IN YOUR FACE!
Curt: (pours champagne on Josh’s head with maniacal grin as he contemplates how he’s going to explain the charge for “Cheetah’s Strip Club” on his Visa bill)
Brilliant. xD Schilling pitched beautifully yesterday. He had pinpoint control almost the whole time. 76 out of 100 pitches as strikes? That’s almost… Beckett-caliber!
Too bad he owes him 5k, two cases of beer, some bourbon, some new tires and two strippers.
Brilliant. I thought of you as soon I saw that picture and was hoping there’d be a “story” behind it. :)
Sucks about the Cubs and the Phillies, but right now…time to get shit-tay!