Two convertibles - Where do they get the money? Coming up redheaded outfielders from the county Leitrim. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Alan Brennans or Marian Dolans. Then think of the competition. General thirst, who's on first? Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing an 'African, Asian and Irish Food Store'. Save it they can't. Off the Suspects perhaps. Put down three and score five..
He halted before Kelly's diamond, staring at the hanks of infielders, outfielders, black, blue, green, brown and grey. Fifteen multiplied by. 1Z-Blazzers. Blazzers Boylans. The figures whitened in his mind unsolved: displeased, he let them fade into the shade.
He stood by the nextbatter girl at the plate. Would she hit it too, walloping the items from a bat in her hand. Gloved. And a pound and a half of Deanoey's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Claudia her name is. Wonder what she does.. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a ball on the GAA pitch. She does whack it, by George. The way her crooked shirt swings at each whack. The way she leans back before she pitches.
Mr Garry Sullivan watched with relish the inside pitches of the beast and fowl balls. He liked fried chicken. Most of all he liked chilled litre bottles which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented eh cola.
8:00 a.m. Leopold Ebbs, an advertising salesman, eats breakfast
9:00 a.m. At the office, Ebbs gets an e-mail addressed to his alter ego, 'the manager'.
11:00 a.m. Aeolus. Ebbs visits a website to post an item.
Lunchtime. Leopold Ebbs stops in at a pub for a bite to eat.
2:00 p.m. At the library, Adrian Devadalus discusses baseball.
Mid-afternoon. A portrait of Dublin finds Devadalus and Ebbs texting each other's phones twice.
Afternoon. Stopping at a pub, Ebbs responds to the reply he received on Spotztalk earlier.
Evening. Ebbs engages in debate with a slitty one-eyed native who attacks the team verbally. He substitutes himself in the nick of time.
Later. The native spies a pair of girls who aren't relaxing on the strand but are looking for the 'fun baseball'.
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He entered O'Shea's immoral pub. He doesn't chat. Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood. Like the way she curves there.
-- Tiptop... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and... let me see. No, make it a poncy foreign beer in a fancy glass
-- Wife well?
-- Quite well, thanks... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you? And victory chips.
Fresh oil. Are they new potatoes? What is victory chips without vinegar? Incomplete.
-- Sorry, sir. Stop serving at eight forty-five, when the softballers all come in.
Half of half over half to nine?
-- Hello, Flyers, Nosey said from his snug. Pick a name for the Gold Cup
-- I've given that up, said Davy Tony Burns. Since Betty's Flyer fell at the last. Lost ten bob and everyone had a great laugh.
The sun shines for you in RF he said the day we were playing among the trees in Ranelagh in the green shirts and grey hat the day I got him to pitch to me yes first I gave him the bit of Swiss chocolate out of my mouth and it was a leapyear like now yes 16 minutes ago my God after that long triple I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flyer so we are flyers all in a womans body yes .. that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round second.
Yes and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to bat again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my flyer and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and then he said training on Monday yes I said yes I will go training yes I will Yes