Then dad called my uncle, his brother, who owned the contacting firm Buck worked for. They went to see Buck again and dragged him into our house where...Buck was made to propose.”“Shotgun wedding?”“Yeah, but my dad didn’t need a gun. There was no talk of adoption or, for sure, abortion. Buck was going to be a reluctant dad. The wedding was very small and quick, and I moved into Buck’s dump of a bachelor pad. Funny enough, he softened up quite a bit and seemed to be choosing to grow up. I still. Boston was well ahead of us and in second place in the Division. And they'd messed up our minds the previous week in Baltimore, so it felt good to beat them in their house.Sure enough, Paul Warren went with the same lineup Wednesday and Thursday nights, and I didn't get into either game.We flew back home late Thursday, having taken two out of three from the Red Sox. There were signs the Orioles were getting well, and starting to close in on the .500 mark again.But I was back on the bench,. Whatever the cause of that gaze, it warmed my soul and I immensely enjoyed it. She shifted her attention back to Melanie and I stood a tiny bit prouder. Melanie had her assistant distribute the ingredients and supplies for tonight’s dishes, then showed us the proper cooking vessels and utensils to use and all the other details needed to create the perfect dish. Melanie then showed us the idiosyncrasies of preparing each appetizer. She said, “For Oysters, I’ll show you how to inspect them, open. I just needed a break. My job had a 24 hr gym, so I left the house a little after 11pm and headed to relieve some stress. I began working out and didn't pay any attention to the only other person working out across the room. After about half hour, I was on my back working my legs. When I heard the middle-aged white dude say "You're doing it wrong. " I looked up and he was standing beside me. I said "What?" He repeated what he said and stooped down to push my legs showing me how far I should.