crying in baseball

anonymous asked:

You said you met Michael Lee Brown twice, how cool! Details?

Yes!! I did meet him!! He’s just….incredible. Like… Okay, here are the details. LONG BUT FULFILLING STORY TIME!!!

SO! I first met him when I saw the show in January. It was his first performance in the show on Broadway and he was filling in for Will Roland as Jared Kleinman (and he was RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING). After the show, I stagedoored. There were only about twenty other people–I mean it was literally a single row deep around those little fences–who waited out for the cast (again, I’ll remind y’all that this was in January. Before the cast album. Before the Tonys. Before any major press, really) so it was pretty barren and the entire cast–except for Rachel Bay Jones, who had to leave early to help her daughter with something, we were told–came out and actually had the time and space to have in-depth conversations and take pictures with everyone out there. I’M STILL FKING YELLING ABOUT THIS YALL AND IM NEVER GONNA STOP but I’m trying to keep it together deep breaths. 

So! Michael Lee Brown came out and we all applauded for him (he had also gotten a special round of applause after the show ended because he deserved it) and he was just so sweet and humble. I got a picture with him (which I printed out and is currently hanging up in my room because it’s SO COOL KEEP IT TOGETHER) and talked a little bit. Mainly I just rambled on and on about how much I loved the musical while trying not to cry again and he thanked me about four hundred times (!!!!!!!!). BUT THEN! but then.

I went back home and completely fell in love with the show, back when there was only one fic for it one AO3, which I wrote, and the DEH tag on Tumblr was comprised of 3 posts. And I wrote him a letter, which said thank you about four hundred times as well, and sent him a little picture that I drew. 

Then, I was incredibly lucky enough to see the show again in April (how???? that’s a whole different story and I don’t think I have the time or space here I’m still). And during intermission, I don’t know if they do this anymore, but Michael and Colton Ryan were hanging out in the audience; I think they were watching the show too. And I saw them and freaked the fck out and was just like That’s Them That’s Them That’s Them, because at this point I was beyond into this show and it was all so much more intimidating.

And I wasn’t going to bother them, because I was really really nervous about being annoying, like maybe they didn’t want to talk to anyone or whatever. Honestly, they blended in completely with the audience and no one else seemed to notice them. BUT THEN! This one girl, wearing a DEH t-shirt, came up to Colton and very very politely asked for his autograph. He smiled and agreed and signed her Playbill and started to talk to her, like, oh, have you seen the show before, what do you think etc. etc. etc.

So, I figured, that if she could do it, so could I, anxiety be damned!!!! ANXIETY BE DAMNED!!! So, I thought, I’ll just do the exact same thing she did and not be annoying because if I didn’t I would regret it forever and ever and ever and ever. SO! I went up to him and was like, “Hey, how are you?” And he looked at me for about 10 seconds and then said, “Were you here in January?” and I swear my heart stopped. Like??? He recognized me??? I’M STILL YELLING I AM BEYOND BLESS HIS HEART AND SOUL And I replied that, yes, I did go to that show, and that he was completely amazing as Jared in every single way. And he thanked me and asked what my name was. I gave it to him, and then he said, “Did you send me a letter?”

AND I DID! AND HE TALKED ABOUT THE LITTLE DRAWING TOO!!! HE SAID!!! “That was the first fan letter I’ve ever gotten, thank you!” And HUGGED ME??? he hugged me. I’ve been hugged by the one and only MLB and I’m still yelling! ?! I swear to God, Michael Lee Brown is such a good and incredible person, he is so kind and talented and wonderful in every way, and I still feel so beyond blessed. Like? AH

Then the bells rung, signaling that intermission was over, and I went back to my seat and… there’s my story of the two times I met the stunning, stunning person that is known as Michael Lee Brown (AHHHHHHH!!!!)

mrriggerworld  asked:

Imagine Maggie as a softball coach, teaching kids how to throw, how to catch, pushing them to improve their skills, taking the team out for pizza after games, making sure that they remember winning's great, but not the most important thing, listening to problems when necessary, and basically being the coach you still talk about after you've grown up. All the kids insist on vetting Alex after she shows up at one of their practices, because they have to make sure she's awesome enough for Maggie.

It’s not like she’s swimming in free time, but she can’t resist the kids.

The kids with the big eyes and uncoordinated runs, who want to play softball but don’t want to be separated along gender lines from their friends; who don’t want to be chewed out by people three times their age for missing a catch; who want to be part of something, but don’t want to go through the ritualistic humiliation that is most organized sports to get it.

So every Saturday, without fail, her work phone is off. Her captain knows; her captain approves.

I think he might be… you know… in your community, he tells her out of the side of his mouth one day about his nine year old son, and she immediately takes the boy onto the team.

Every Saturday, she pulls her ponytail through the back of a beat up Brooklyn Dodgers cap, and trades in her boots for cleats, and slings two bags more than half her height over her back, full of bats and balls and mitts and caps and water bottles and other assorted treats for the horde of nine year olds who stream onto the field she’s reserved just for them in varying states of readiness, varying states of dress (sometimes in skirts, sometimes in older sibling’s baseball jerseys, once – memorably – in a rabbit onesie because it’s Purim, okay, and who says rabbits can’t play softball?), varying states of excitement to get away from their parents, their homes, their schools, for a few solid hours under the California sun.

The only thing she doesn’t accept on the field is giving up; but she does accept anxiety and she does accept tears, because whoever said there’s no crying in baseball clearly has never played softball with a band of misfit kids who spend so much of their time trying to be perfect that sometimes it takes a while for them to realize that on this field, with these kids, with this coach, they can revel in their uniqueness, in their imperfections.

She has a system worked out for their little bodies slipping into existential crises: the swing set nearby. She holds the crying kid, whoever it may be at the time, and she rocks them, and she wipes their tears and she gives them a bottle of water and some animal crackers, and she sends them with two friends – always two friends – off to the swing set for a few minutes, so they can swing the sad away.

She keeps on eye on the ball and the other on them, and they always sprint back with smiles and giggles, ready to keep going, ready to learn more, ready to be more.

So she teaches them to throw and she teaches them to hit; she teaches them to move their hips right along with the rest of their bodies, and most importantly, she teaches them to let go. To let go of what everyone’s ever told them about perfection, about winning, about success, about their self-worth. Because each of them are stardust, and doesn’t that sound cooler than defining themselves by winners and losers.

They run drills and they support each other when the ball trickles through someone’s feet and they eagerly shout me me me me me! when Maggie stands at home plate with a bat in one hand and a ball in the other, knees bent and ready to aim a hit at each of them in turn.

They play against the other local teams, and even though they don’t always win, they always shock the smug-looking parents and coaches of the other teams, and they always win over some new friends – with the more expensive uniforms and pressure to win constantly on their backs – because they always look like they’re having more fun, like they’re feeling more confident, than anyone else to ever step onto the field.

And the first time Alex Danvers steps onto the field, Maggie’s spare cap backwards on her head and a red bandana sticking out of her back pocket and a nervous but thrilled grin on her face, they decide that they need to interrogate this pretty new lady holding Maggie’s hand and helping her carry her bags.

Because Maggie’s never held another girl’s hand before in front of them before, and she’s certainly never let anyone carry her bags for her before.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Alex. Alex, this is the squad.”

They all form a line, squinting up at her and trying their best to look intimidating, and Alex is forcibly reminded of that Sandlot movie Kara made her watch over and over when they were kids.

She glances at Maggie, who’s regarding them gravely, and she follows her girlfriend’s lead, biting down her amusement and contorting her face into seriousness as she squats down on her haunches to be more on their eye level.

“You all seem like you have something to say to me,” she says, doing her best to not address them like they’re nine, but rather, like they’re a threat to her physical safety.

A girl with Bantu knots and a serious set to her jaw steps forward and gestures at Alex with her red glove.

“Coach Maggie told us she was bringing someone special to meet us. Coach never brings anyone special to meet us.”

“Yeah, even though we’re pretty sure you’re not the first girl she’s dated. She’s pretty pretty!”

“Shhh Andy, let Chase talk, we all agreed!”

Maggie closes her eyes to keep from doubling over with laughter and Alex reminds herself that she can beat a polygraph test.

“So we just want to make sure you’re really special enough for her.”

“Because Coach Maggie’s the best!”

“She brings us for pizza after every game!”

“Even when we lose!”

“And she told off Janelle’s parents when they tried to tell her she couldn’t wear a tie or shop in the boy’s section!”

“Yeah, and look how fabulous I look now!”

“And she – ”

“Order on the field!”

Alex’s eyes open wide and wonders if in a decade or so, Chase would be interested in a job at the DEO.

“So,” Chase continues happily when silence falls immediately. “Tell us why you’re special enough for her. What are your intentions with the best coach ever to coach?”

Maggie bites her lip and stares down at Alex for a moment before squatting next to her.

“Guys, you’re like the inquisition, Alex doesn’t have to – ”

“No, no, Maggie, it’s fine. I love how much they love you.”

She looks squarely at Chase, then at each of the children in turn as she takes a deep breath and speaks.

“And you’re right: Maggie only deserves the most special things and the most special people. Because – and you guys all already know this – she is so, so special. And she’s special to me. The most special. I ask myself the same question every day, you know: am I special enough for her? And honestly? I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone can ever be special enough for Maggie Sawyer. Except maybe you guys, but that’s different. And as for my intentions?”

She turns to look at Maggie and puts a hand on her knee, and Maggie immediately puts her hand on hers to steady herself, because her heart is in her throat and her eyes are watering at Alex’s words.

“My intentions with the best coach ever to coach – the best girlfriend ever to girlfriend – are to try, ever day, to be special enough for her. To care for her – to love her – better than she’s ever been loved. Every day, every night, and every moment in between.

“Ally.” Maggie’s whisper is barely a breath, and it’s almost lost in the whisper-shouting conferring of intensely defensive nine year olds.

After a few long moments of staring into each other’s eyes, a few long moments during which the softball team confers with each other in the consensus-driven style Maggie taught them, Chase nods and clears her throat for Alex’s attention.

“Dr. Danvers, would you like to play ball with us today? We’re going to learn how to slide into second base, and we think it’d be great if you learned with us.”

Maggie beams and kisses Alex’s hand as Alex shakes Chase’s with her other one.

“It would be my distinct honor.”

Famous movie quotes meme.
  • “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
  • “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
  • “Go ahead, make my day.”
  • “You talking to me?”
  • “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
  • “You can’t handle the truth!”
  • “Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.”
  • “We rob banks.”
  • “Well, nobody’s perfect.”
  • “You had me at ‘hello.’”
  • “One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know.”
  • “There’s no crying in baseball!”
  • “A boy’s best friend is his mother.”
  • “La-dee-da, la-dee-da.”
  • “Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.”
  • “As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”
  • “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!”
  • “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”
  • “Say ‘hello’ to my little friend!”
  • “What a dump.”
  • “They’re here!”
  • “Is it safe?”
  • “Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain’t heard nothin’ yet!”
  • “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”
  • “Hasta la vista, baby.”
  • “Hello, gorgeous.”
  • “My precious.”
  • “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it. You’re going to get back on that horse, and I’m going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we’re gonna go, go, go!”
  • “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
  • “I feel the need - the need for speed!”
  • “Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.”
  • “Snap out of it!”
  • “My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you.”
  • “I’m the king of the world!”


some are considered to be triggering and/or offensive at times. please reblog/read with caution.

  • ❝ I always carry at least a pair of earrings in my purse. ❞
  • ❝ Am I going to want to stop eating for this?  ❞
  • ❝ Your one night as a bachelor and you go to the grocery store? ❞
  • ❝ Do I need a lawyer? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t look at me, I just know stuff. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t get him started on one of his conspiracy theories! ❞
  • ❝ Is that the best you can come up with? ❞
  • ❝ So you’re an expert on sex crimes - is that correct? ❞
  • ❝ What’s your favorite kind of torture? ❞
  • ❝ Suppose I was just being polite. ❞
  • ❝ You have the right to remain silent.  ❞
  • ❝ Is there a specific reason you called us out? ❞
  • ❝ Hey. You doing anything Saturday night? ❞
  • ❝ What do you say you go interrogate a husband/wife? ❞
  • ❝ Are we missing some key piece of information here? ❞
  • ❝ What are you, sheep? Will you believe anything? ❞
  • ❝ You guys going to eat all this? ❞
  • ❝ There’s no crying in baseball. ❞
  • ❝ So you don’t think she/he murdered him/her. ❞
  • ❝ That was after she/they/he was killed. ❞
  • ❝ How are we going to find the other one? ❞
  • ❝ You mean the other one who also didn’t do it?  ❞
  • ❝ I read the autopsy report.  ❞
  • ❝ How about plain old testosterone-driven rage? ❞
  • ❝ The whole thing’s a pyramid scheme.  ❞
  • ❝ Somebody might kill for this. ❞
  • ❝ We’re next on the list for a one-bedroom. ❞
  • ❝ So you’re an expert on sex crimes, is that correct? ❞
  • ❝ Well, we all have something to learn.  ❞
  • ❝ I thought it was the absence of one that was insulting. ❞
  • ❝ Does anybody ever really know anybody? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t get philosophical with us.  ❞
  • ❝ Did you know necrophilia is not only with dead people? ❞
  • ❝ Do you see what you started? ❞
  • ❝ There’s a tiny catfish feared more than the piranha.  ❞
  • ❝ I’m…having a fashion police blackout.  ❞
  • ❝ You trying to tell me the 2 of you went dumpster diving? ❞
  • ❝ We supervised a couple of uniforms. ❞
  • ❝ Yeah, so, what do you want me to call you? ❞
  • ❝ Try not to screw it up with your insane rambling.  ❞
  • ❝ Oh, so you’re saying all women are whores? ❞
  • ❝ Drama’s a major food group for teenage girls. ❞
  • ❝ So is there anything you just…accept? ❞
  • ❝ No wonder you’re so skeptical. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t worry when you feel something. Worry when you don’t. ❞
  • ❝ Your feelings will always be a part of your police work.  ❞
  • ❝ What do you think we’re looking for, a rock, a brick, maybe? ❞
  • ❝ Who’s going to look for that? ❞
  • ❝ What, you have a fight with your right hand? ❞ 
  • ❝ I can see you had your priorities in order. ❞
  • ❝ I could say the same thing to you, babe.  ❞
  • ❝ I need physical evidence on the murder. ❞
  • ❝ C'mon, miss, you’re badgering my client.  ❞
  • ❝ You ever think about having kids? ❞
  • ❝ So as an adult you overcompensate? ❞
  • ❝ Yeah, go ahead. Rain on my parade. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t just want to rain on your parade.  ❞
  • ❝ Does this turn you on? ❞
  • ❝ You don’t find that amazing? ❞
  • ❝ Well, that’s only because you have a wife and kids. ❞
  • ❝ Come on, what’s up with that? ❞
  • ❝ It starts with the tattoos. ❞
  • ❝ You guys have finally figured me out, huh? ❞
  • ❝ Did you get off on the tiny little pinpricks of pain? ❞
  • ❝ I get that from working with you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m your partner. For better or worse. ❞
  • ❝ You don’t have to answer that. ❞
  • ❝ What questions can your client answer? ❞ 
  • ❝ This form is longer than the last book I read. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you see what they’re doing?  ❞ 
  • ❝ What do you want from me? ❞
  • ❝ What’s that supposed to imply? ❞
  • ❝ Sweetheart, let me let you in on a little secret.   ❞
  • ❝ You’ve been here at night, too? ❞
  • ❝ It’s frailty, not vanity, you misogynist. ❞

TBT: Lane as a Rockford Peach (from A League of Their Own) I made the entire costume (including the patches) out of fabrics from upcycled Goodwill garments. She had a baseball hat, too, but she was too busy running bases to wear it. ;)  I still need to snap some pictures of her in this costume at Casey’s Corner in WDW because I’m a dork like that. :D