Based on a real incident from my youth.
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Questionably over the years, arguments have arisen, polls conducted, wagers made, all over one question, "What is 'America's Favorite Sport'?" Take your pick, was it Baseball, Soccer, Football or some other sport that you've only heard of through history books?
Well, I found the definitive answer back in 1955 during my first year at college in Indiana. My brother, Cy, and I had both won baseball scholarships and we came early in the summer to join training and hopefully play part of the baseball season. We did get to play a few innings that summer under the coach's critical eye and we suffered all of the pains of pre-season football practice.
In the summer not many students were around other than those on sports scholarships, so we were able to find a nice off-campus apartment We were also extremely fortunate to find a team member with a car, the ever essential need of horny young men. Honas joined us as our third roommate. We were going to tear up the field this fall.
The varsity players rumored that everyone who suited up got layed after the opening football game. And we were all for that! It was only two days before our first game when Honas groaned his lament; his parents were coming to watch his first game of the year. They did. They chatted. They took us to dinner. They also ruined our expectations for Friday night. After the game they wouldn't hear of anything but taking us all out to snack and chat some more. They wanted to get to know their son's roommates.
The next day, Saturday, we found the campus almost dead. Since we had won the game, I figured everyone must still be partied out. I suggested that we try in town this evening; we might still get lucky. Both roomies agreed, so we went back to the apartment until early evening.
That evening, as we got in the car, Cy asked Honas to run by the Greyhound station so he could pick up a bus schedule. It was only seven o'clock when we pulled into the terminal. We all went inside. Cy went to talk to the agent, Honas and I checked for girls in the waiting room. Almost immediately, I became transfixed on a raven-haired woman gazing straight back at me. Without breaking her gaze, she rose, walked over to.
"You look like three nice young men', she said. "I've missed my connection and will be stranded here in the station overnight. If you can give me a place to sleep tonight, I promise you that you will hit all the bases tonight."
My trance broke. My hand flew to her and I blurted out, "Yes, yes, we can. We have our own apartment. We'd be glad to give you a bed." I was rambling, but she was a beauty, a full head shorter than the three of us and curvy, yet trim like an athlete. What if she did look older than my mother?
Cy joined us and I did the introductions, "This is Honas and my brother Cy. I'm Ty. We're all in college here on baseball scholarships. We're very happy to meet you." Was that another stupid statement from my lips?