With all my strengthI tried to throw a punch but it just bounced off his chest as Ipathetically couldn't even make a fist. My muscles were so differe...t andmy nails bit into my own palm. Tears streaming down my face I raged athim and screeched obscenities.Scott looked over at Barbara and said "A little help here?"She just giggled and replied "I am enjoying the show Scott. You look tobe in so much danger." She replied sarcastically. Right about then I gotsmart and kneed him in the balls. . Four cosmos later I was feeling fine. Why a Cosmo you ask? Well, when I came out it was the stereotypical gay drink and I kind of just fell back on it in a public setting. Kinda like putting up a rainbow flag and seeing who caught your eye. Didn’t take long for a gorgeous little Latino boy to come up to me. What a sight to see. He was about five foot nine, maybe 150 pounds, mouthwatering caramel skin, short black hair, and blue eyes. He had to be wearing contacts, no way could those eyes be. .. not to make him look like a liar.He told me to meet him at the entrance to the washroom right before noon started. I told my teacher of my last morning class that I had to leave 10 minutes early for a DR appointment. She agreed to let me leave early. When I got there, the boy was not there ... I stood outside waiting for him, then he showed up a few minutes later and quickly ushered me in. I laughed as I saw the urinals, and remember thinking how cool it was that you could pee and see other. I don't think very many players will admit it, but there's something about those damned Yankees that is really intimidating. I mean, sometimes they've just got overwhelming talent on their side, and there's nothing anybody can do. But even in their "off" years, when they have to scuffle like everybody else, they're still the Yankees, and their opponents can't seem to forget it.There's a tendency to stand on the mound and look in at the hitter, and instead of seeing Joe Blow, their journeyman.