400 mark.Hitting .407 was already an impossible dream. Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, ...ither. Still, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346.. HE HAD FRIENDS OF HIS AGE WHICH ONCE WERE 4 MEN LIKE 23 I HAD 11 AND BEGAN TO DRINK AFTER THEY WANTED TO GO TO BARS IN DONWTOWN AND AS I WAS A BOY, THEY LEFT ME WAITING IN THE CAR, AFTER WALKING SEVERAL BARS THEY ARE HOT AND DECIDED TO GO TO SEE THE PROSTITUTES, I THEN DID NOT KNOW THAT IT WAS WHERE WE DID, THE OTHER THREE FRIENDS OF HE CAME OUT OF THE CAR AND WENT TO LOOK WITH WHO TO FUCK, HE WANTED TO STAY WITH ME IN THE CAR, WE WAS SITTING TO THE FRONT WITH AND HE START TO TOUCH MY NECK AND. Damn. Rosaline looked down and then back up at Marguerite, who had turned at the noise. ‘Are you okay love?’ Rosaline continued towards her. Marguerite shook and her slapped the pillow between her hands. ‘Rosaline, I’m fine, what are you doing creeping about the room?’ Rosaline stopped and put her hands on the footboard. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? You been awfully quiet these last few days. You know you can tell me if something is bothering you?’ Rosaline’s large brown eyes were filled with. During the last five years, or so, I've done a lot of soul searching, but have yet to accept being gay and I still haven't told anybody about it. I haven't even met another gay man that I am aware of. I have decided to write about my life in the hope of juggling all my thoughts in a more logical way. Maybe this way, I will finally be able to pluck up the courage to be who I really am in the world.Late April in Newcastle, in the North-East of England, usually means one thing for me. It's coming.