Rookies
Copyright© 2005 by Tony Stevens
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sam was a rookie pitcher for the Orioles. He was 12th man on a twelve-man staff, but he was holding on. Now, he was to have a Japanese roommate who knew no English. The new guy was also a pitcher: A starter, more experienced and more highly regarded than Sam. But there would be more than just language barriers. And then there was Amy...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Slow
I was a rookie relief pitcher for the Orioles that year. Twenty-four years old and getting my first taste of the Big Leagues. I'd gone 8-4 as a starter for Ottawa in Triple-A ball, but the Orioles told me right from the beginning that I'd be starting out as a long reliever in The Show.
Right-handed long relievers are not exactly the backbone of the ball club. It's a spot reserved for the guy the brass isn't all that certain can do the job. The long reliever doesn't come into games most every night, like the two or three guys the manager might call upon in the 6th or 7th innings. Those guys are the best relievers the club has -- guys who've proven themselves under pressure. Their job is to hold the opposition until the 9th, when, if your club's ahead, the "closer" will likely come in for the final inning.
Long relievers are the guys called upon when things go wrong too quickly -- when the starting pitcher can't even get through the early innings. Often the game is already out of hand when the long reliever is called upon. If it isn't already a lost cause, the long reliever is supposed to try to hold 'em down and wait for his club to make a comeback.
If you've got a bunch of bangers in your offensive lineup -- like the Orioles had that year, you might get lucky and pick up a win -- if you could hold down the other club long enough for your offense to come alive and get you back in the game. But if the long reliever comes in with his club behind, and they don't catch up, it's usually the starter who takes the loss on his record. All the reliever has to do is worry about his earned-run average.
So, as a rookie, and by definition unreliable, I was in the bullpen. I was kind of the last-resort guy, really. If things went well, I'd just sit there and wait until tomorrow's game. If things went bad early, the manager might turn to me to try and hold 'em until the sixth or seventh inning.
Not much glory for the long-relief guy -- but, hell, I didn't care. I was 24 years old and in the big leagues! Asking for more would have been like pouting on Christmas morning!
Sure, I had my dreams of being a starting pitcher, but I was determined to be patient, and to be a team guy. I was a rookie, after all. Rookies were like children -- they were to be seen and not heard.
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