For Love of the Game Page #7

Don't let that happen.

Lady, you can't just stand

in the middle like that.

Oh, sorry.

Let me see your ticket.

Oh, you're with the

players' wives. Follow me.

Go on.

Go on!

Thanks. Excuse me.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sure.

Hey.

Hey. Excuse me.

Who are you here with,

honey? Billy Chapel.

Oh, how nice.

[ Whispering ]

This week's blond.

No, no, stay. You're cool. Trust

me. I've been there, all right?

I'm Kisha Birch. Hi. Hi.

jane Aubrey. Nice to meet

you. [ Umpire ] Strike three!

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

You got a ball?

Yeah.

[ Jane ]

You don't lose much, do you?

I lose.

I've lost.

About 134 times.

Oh.

[ Chuckles ]

That's over, like, 15 years, okay? Oh.

All right?

You count them?

We count everything in baseball. I mean, that's

- God, that's all we do.

All right, quit stalling.

What?

You haven't told me

anything about you. Nothin'.

Well, I fiigured

if I kept my mouth shut,

I could pass for

elegant and mysterious.

You're forgetting I saw you

on the highway... [ Laughing ]

kicking the hell

out of your car.

Where are you from?

Oh, God.

Three questions.

Syracuse, New York.

That's one.

What are the pads for?

This one is my article on

lip gloss for Elle magazine,

this one is on skin peels,

and my grocery list.

Last question.

How do you liked

to be kissed?

You know, I always thought

that men and women...

should just

carry around signs.

If you're poor and you can't afford it, you

would make yours out of cardboard and string.

And if you're rich, you could

have it lettered in gold leaf...

or pounded out of tin by

Mexican craftsmen. [ Chuckling ]

It doesn't matter. But you

wear them around your neck, see?

And they say things,

like "shallow" or "horny. "

It just

- It just would be a hell of a lot easier.

What would yours say?

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Moaning ]

Billy?

Billy, isn't this

your floor? I think so.

We've been here

twice before.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Good morning.

Good morning.

Gotta go.

Sleep as long as you want. You can

take a shower, anything you want.

Nobody'll bother you till

you take the sign off the door.

Okay, thanks.

What's this, a souvenir?

[ Chuckles ]

It's my number.

Billy, you don't have

to give me this.

I know I don't have to do this,

but, um, I wanted to.

When will you be back?

I already checked.

Four weeks from Thursday

I'll be back in New York.

So, uh...

that Thursday night?

Meet me in the bar

downstairs at 10:00, okay?

I'll be there

waitin' for you.

If you don't show up,

if you leave me standing in

that bar, it'll ruin this.

Well, then I guess

I'll just have to show up.

I'm serious.

I'll be there, Jane,

okay?

Okay, Billy Chapel.

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