Interleague Play

Aaron and Holly sat on their usual bench overlooking the Penobscot River.  It was a gorgeous summer day, and the ducks were out for a morning swim.

Holly sipped her coffee and smiled at the ducks, while Aaron sat in silence.

“Something on your mind?” she finally asked.

The whole point of these Sunday gatherings was to catch up and spend time together, so sitting quietly was not okay with Holly.

“I was thinking about something a guy at work said,” he confessed.  “He was telling me about how he really wanted to ask out someone, but he was afraid to because she was totally out of his league.  Do I need to go into all the ways that kind of thinking pisses me off?”

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“No, you do not,” Holly confirmed.

She was not a fan of such thinking, and it truly embarrassed and infuriated her that on more than one occasion she had been told that she was out of someone’s league. 

“I mean, I don’t know if I’m more upset at him for thinking that he isn’t worthy, or at society for making us believe that such a hierarchy of the Earth’s population actually exists.”

He took a long sip of his Snapple to drown his frustration.

“I hope you said something to him,” Holly replied.  “People can’t go around thinking that anyone is out of their reach.  Dating is hard enough as it is without adding that handicap to the equation.”

“I said something,” Aaron assured her.  “I’m not sure if he listened.  Everyone knows I’m hopelessly single, so I’m not sure how much cache my relationship advice carries.”

“Your relationship status should have no impact on the wisdom of your words,” she reminded him.  “Society only benefits from the repudiation of the league philosophy.  The world’s a better place when we take chances and move outside of our comfort zones.”

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“You could be the poster girl for the anti-out of your league movement.  You’re gorgeous, intelligent, popular, and cool, and yet you are a serial dater of losers.”

Aaron cracked his first smile of the day.

“You’re right,” she agreed.  “After all, I did go out with you.”

She laughed and then took a long sip of her coffee to savor the moment.

“I get it,” Aaron tried to turn the conversation serious again and deflect the spotlight of mockery away from him.  “I understand that people are different, and might not all have the same interests or backgrounds.  So maybe we do fall into certain leagues.  My point is that one league should never exclude or be beyond the reach of another.”

“What you’re saying is that interleague play should not only be encouraged, but it should also be the norm.” she surmised.

“Exactly!” he exclaimed.  “You get me.  This is why I keep you around.  No one understands me the way you do.”

Holly blushed slightly.  “Well, you certainly are in a league of your own.”

He chuckled, rolled his eyes, and then patted her playfully on the leg.

Neither of them dared to mention the electricity and goosebumps they both felt from his  hand being on her leg.  Instead, they just smiled innocently and stared out at the river…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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6 Responses to Interleague Play

  1. kristianw84 says:

    My favorite part of Sunday!! 😊 Another great installment with my favorite characters, and I absolutely agree with them! 🙌

  2. beth says:

    I’m all in for inter league play

  3. markbialczak says:

    I hope these two make it to the World Series, Austin.

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