Baseball Games

After losing the playoffs, baseball jocks, Brock and Davey, share a motel room after their disappointing away game. Little does Davey know that Brock has always wanted a little brother and has his eye on him for that role. With the help of a 12 pack of beer, Brock subdues young Davey, ties him up and teaches him how to please his new big brother.... This work contains graphic sex, as well as, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.This is not a full-length novel.... Instead, it is an erotic ...

When Charlie Finley bought the A's in 1960, he was an outsider to the game - an insurance businessman with a larger-than-life personality. He brought his cousin, Carl, on as his right-hand man, moved the team from Kansas City to Oakland, and pioneered a new way to put together a winning team. With legendary players like Reggie Jackson, Catfish Hunter, and Vida Blue, the Finleys' Oakland A's won three straight World Series and riveted the nation.

The seventh game of the World Series is about to be played, and more than the world championship is at stake. A man’s destiny is on the line. Johnny Longboat, one of baseball’s greatest pitchers, is taking the mound for the New York Mohawks in what may be his final game. With millions of eyes upon him, only he is aware of the conflicts tormenting him. At 41, Johnny is a man trying to make sense of his past while fearing what the future could bring when his playing career ends.

It feels as if it's going to be a long season for Arthur as he struggles to sharpen his baseball skills. But before it's all over, he learns an important lesson about teamwork.

As Donald Honig points out in his introduction, "Every World Series in itself is a tale with beginning, middle, and end, and because there must be a winner, there must be a hero." Tales of Babe Ruth, Honus Wagner, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Sandy Koufax, and Willie Mays are related by the star players who knew them. Those players recall vivid moments from their World Series games, stretching from 1912 to 1974.

In My Long Journey Home: Discovering Life After the Game, Rick Williams bares his soul in a captivating and inspiring memoir that will appeal to both men and women alike. As a former minor league baseball player who faced the crushing disappointment of being released from the Atlanta Braves organization, Williams found himself spiraling out of control. He turned to drugs, womanizing, and other destructive behaviors to cope with the pain and loss. For years, he felt rejected and alone, and the fallout from a contentious custody battle with his two oldest children left him shattered.

How could my enemy, the one who'd tortured me for years, end up being the very same woman that felt so good beneath me? I swore it wasn't going to make a difference. I was going to get the job I'd worked so hard for, and I was going to take her down in the process. There was only one problem. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her cocky, beautiful mouth out of my mind. I couldn't help seeing her sexy body every time I closed my eyes. I needed to get my head in the game. It was either her or me. It couldn't be both of us. Then it happened, we were brought together again. Those same ...

Lance took the news of my pregnancy much better than I thought he would. He was awesome and totally into the idea of being a dad. He'd even bought us a house and taken over my apartment. Everything our baby needed was bought. We were ready and still had a month to go. Don't get me wrong, we definitely had some ups and downs along the way. When I say ups and downs, I mean more like a roller coaster ride. Just when I thought things were getting back to normal, as normal as things ever were for us, something happened that changed everything. Our baby was in danger. Would everything be okay? ...

When I heard James say that he loved me, I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted it to be true. I was also so afraid that I'd wake up to hear that it had all been a mistake again. That was the second best night of my life. We were really going to be together. I wanted every second with him I could get. He was going to be on the road again, and I was so busy with school. When I'd asked him if we could wait to tell our parents, he didn't want to do it, but he'd agreed to wait until I had my apartment and we were free to do as we pleased. That day came and went, but I still wasn't ready. Why ...

I'd seen everything he had without me. It was everything we said we would have together. He had the perfect house and the perfect life. It was one I'd thought about so many times. Then it happened. She was right there in front of. I was looking into the eyes of the only reason I'd walked away from him and the life we could have had. I did the only thing I could, I ran. How could he do that? How could he rub it in my face? Why couldn't he just let me be? When he showed up at my door, I couldn't believe my eyes. When he stumbled back and stepped on that toy, I didn't know what to do. There he...

My senior year definitely had some ups and downs. I'd gone to my prom, but it hadn't worked out exactly like I thought it would. It was even better. My dream had come true. I'd finally gotten that second kiss from my best friend, after he'd saved me from my creepy date of course. That kiss led to the most amazing night of my life. Everything was perfect. At least I thought it was. Then I woke up the following morning and everything changed. It was all a mistake. He'd never know just how much those few words changed my life. I was going off to college, and I was looking forward to every ...

I'd had one night with that baseball player. It was one crazy, drunken mistake. I was right about one thing, he didn't make it easy on me. The man drove me crazy. Just when I thought I was rid of the hot, sexy Pittsburgh Pirate, he'd appeared again at a party. My best friend Carrie thought the party was to thank everyone at the company for all of our hard work. She had no idea that the love of her life and owner of the company was going to propose to her. It was something I wasn't missing for the world. That was my plan anyway. That was until that darn ballplayer threw me over his shoulder ...

Things weren't going exactly as I'd planned. I was still following my three rules. Don't get close, never fall in love, and always have fun. It was just getting a bit harder to follow them. I'd had plenty of fun with the ballplayer, but it needed to stop. My life was changing, and it was time for me to come to terms with a few things. There would be no more having fun for us. I would not be having fun with anyone. Too many things were happening, and I needed time to think. I was pregnant. It happened the very first time we were together. When I say very first time, I mean the day we met. ...

Two weeks, that was how long he gave me to decide. I could go home, and everything would go back to normal, whatever that was, or I could suffer the consequences of not returning. My heart was filled with disgust and hurt, as I drove away from him and back toward the safety of my brother's house. Who was that man? Had he been that way when I'd married him? If so, how had I missed it? I wasn't going back, there was no way. I just had to figure out what it was that I was going to do. Those two weeks flew by, and just as promised, there were consequences, the kind that would change my life ...

We made it through the trip. It wasn't easy though. You remember me saying I'd be rid of him, right? It didn't happen. I don't care what I did, he was still there. For one reason or another, he was there. My best friend and his friend decided to get married. They called to let us know. Of course they couldn't make it easy. We had to be there the next morning. Ugh! Talk about notice. We made it in time for the wedding. It only made sense to drive together. I ended up so glad we did. Something happened and I'd gotten sick. The man had to make things even more difficult for me. He took care of...

My life was spiraling out of control, and I couldn't stop it. My husband, the man who was supposed to love me, was doing everything he could to hurt me. My brother's wife thought I was a horrible mother and useless person. The wannabe baseball player was unbearable with his cocky attitude and sexy smile. Secrets were piling up, and tensions were worse than ever. I had no idea what I was going to do. Then I had a dream that rocked my world and brought me to my knees at the same time. Was it me? Was I a bad wife? Was I as bad as him? Was I to blame for everything? Just when the guilt and ...

When you step onto the baseball field, you do more than just hit the ball with a bat. It's about planning, working together, and being tough-minded. If you want to improve your baseball skills, "Winning in Baseball: Everything You Need to Succeed on the Diamond" is the best book for you. This guide covers everything you need to know about the game. You'll learn how to make your team work well together by creating an atmosphere of support and praise that leads to success on the field. Learn how to hit based on the situation, take advantage of defensive shifts, and determine your opponent's ...

India is a country with more than one billion people, a fanatical national cricket obsession, and exactly zero talent scouts. There, superstar sports agent J. B. Bernstein knew that he could find the Yao Ming of baseball - someone with a strong arm and enough raw talent to pitch in the major leagues. Almost no one in India is familiar with the game, but Bernstein had heard enough coaches swear that if you gave them a guy who throws 100 miles an hour, they could teach him how to pitch.

Most fans don't know how far the Jewish presence in baseball extends beyond a few famous players such as Greenberg, Rosen, Koufax, Holtzman, Green, Ausmus, Youkilis, Braun, and Kinsler. In fact, that presence extends to the baseball commissioner Bud Selig, labor leaders Marvin Miller and Don Fehr, owners Jerry Reinsdorf and Stuart Sternberg, officials Theo Epstein and Mark Shapiro, sportswriters Murray Chass, Ross Newhan, Ira Berkow, and Roger Kahn, and even famous Jewish baseball fans like Alan Dershowitz and Barney Frank.

In these essays, written between 1954 and 1990, bestselling author Roger Kahn touches on locker-room controversies and politics, while inviting readers to share in the passion, grace, energy, and intense concentration involved in playing sports. Kahn pays warm tribute to his special heroes, Jackie Robinson, Roger Maris and Carl Furillo, along with those he particularly admired in the press box, John Lardner and Red Smith. Kahn also esteems football lineman Merlin Olsen, hockey goalie Glenn Hall, cager Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, outfielder Mickey Mantle, boxing promoter Don King, and Pete Rose.