Bawson Rec List I
Ginny finds out about Mike and Amelia.
“Where the fuck is my bra, Lawson?” She hisses, grabbing for the first shirt-looking item she sees, not remembering that she’d worn a dress last night and not her usual jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket combo.
Mike, for his part, merely waves his arms, panicking and acting as if is this close to losing his shit. And to think… it’s only Blip at the door.
The day Mike realizes he’s actively looking for Baker’s ass in the dugout is the day he decides he should probably stop slapping it.
A catcher with weak knees isn’t gonna be a catcher for long. Good thing Mike Lawson doesn’t really wanna be a catcher anymore.