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Just My Luck


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Written by Robert Quintin Penn   
Tuesday, 01 January 2008
 


I am not really a fan of any sport, unless it involves guns. So a friend of mine asks if I want to go to a ball game. Looking around my room, I realize that I have already read the books on my shelf, I have completed every game given to me, and that there is not much anything in the fridge. “Sure.” I told him. I would actually attend more ball games due to what occurred.


So it was warm, not to hot, I had 20 bucks, there was a good snack bar and there weren't too many people there. Oddly enough there was a young woman dressed like she drove an ambulance or something of the like. I thought nothing of it. So my friend and I take our seats, just to the upper left of the home plate. Now how could a ball possibly make it over here? Well apparently, something made it do so. Some guy, number whatever, I didn't care, went up to bat. Guy had a great batting average, and these huge arms. I'm sitting there, wondering if the guy is going to hit it out of the park, and then I see the ball go. He hits it, and as my friend told me, it hit me in the head and I went lights out.


Out of the twenty people there, most of them were young kids, and there parents must not have known about CPR. So that young woman mentioned earlier came up to me, laid me down, and checked my breathing and pulse. I felt her holding my arm to check it, and about that time I woke up, but I still laid there, trying not to move. Maybe I could try and scare her, just for the fun of it.


Since I am not moving at all, she presses her lips to mine for mouth to mouth resuscitation. What shocked me was that she used her tongue and didn't try to do any resuscitation. Using my tongue, I let her know that I was perfectly fine, and that she should let me breath. I quickly grabbed the back of her head and yanked her off of me. Now, those parents didn't like their children witnessing this, and I ended up leaving the game, but now I am a lot more interested in sports.



Copyright 2008 Robert Quintin Penn

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Posted by Captain Morgen
01-01-2008 15:32,
 
Good story
Pretty eager parametic... :p
 
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Posted by tarhead
01-01-2008 18:30,
 
don't forget
don't forget the hardhat! maybe...
 
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Posted by Young81k
01-01-2008 22:39,
 
sexy?
I think I've seen a scene like that from a late HBO movie. :grin
 
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Posted by C.R. Vard
01-02-2008 13:55,
 
certianly different
this didn't happen to me at my last ball game
 
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Posted by WLGFX
01-06-2008 09:04,
 
Hehe Cool
Short and sweet. Great! 
Got me thinking now.
 
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Posted by JC1986
01-09-2008 08:02,
 
Thats Cool
Cool Story Dude
 
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Posted by 20CARMEN_NiCOLE11
04-25-2008 17:31,
 
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ha. i bet if this happen a lot of guys would be more in to sports. 
pretty funny though
 
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