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THE RAMBALDI WORLD SERIES

Discussion in 'General' started by Ophelia, Apr 24, 2003.

  1. Ophelia

    Ophelia Rocket Ranger

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    THE RAMBALDI WORLD SERIES

    *“If you build it, they will come.”

    Jack opened his eyes and looked around. He was alone in his own bedroom, it was dark, and everything was just as it was when he had gone to bed. But this was the third night in a row the voice had awakened him.

    “If I build what, who will come?” he demanded irritably. Of course, there was no reply.

    It was no use trying to go back to sleep. Jack got up with a sigh and went over to the window, which overlooked his back yard. At first, everything looked normal. It was not a very large yard – just grass and a couple of trees – but as he continued to gaze, out, everything suddenly took on a hazy look, as if another smog-alert day was coming. Then it began to clear again, and the distinct image of a baseball field appeared before his eyes. It wasn’t much of a field – just the bases and baselines, a pitcher’s mound, a backstop, and a small wooden grandstand. It looked very much like the one in . . .

    “You gotta be kidding me.” Jack turned away from the window and shook his head. Who am I, Ray Kinsella?”

    “This is no joke, Signor Bristow, I assure you.”

    Jack stiffened; the voice was the same one he had been hearing for the past three nights. And now there was a short, stocky man dressed in late fifteenth-century garb standing in the middle of the room.

    “Now this is getting interesting,” Jack said dryly. “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my bedroom?”

    “I am Milo Rambaldi, Signor Bristow, and I need your help.”

    “The only thing you’ll get from me,” Jack growled, clenching his fists, “is a good pounding. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused with your nonsensical scribblings and your science fair projects?”

    “That’s exactly why I am here. I never intended that people should lie, steal, and even kill over my work. I have been watching that happen for the past 500 years, and I want you to help me put a stop to it.”

    “I’m almost afraid to ask, but how?”

    “A baseball game. I like baseball.”

    “What?”

    “A baseball game. I want you to build a field here and challenge Signor Sloane to a game – a pickup game, I believe you call it? The prize will be all of my artifacts and manuscripts, to do with as the winner wishes. That will settle this once and for all.”

    “But Sloane already has most of those things.”

    “Not anymore, he doesn’t.” Rambaldi smiled. “He doesn’t know it yet, but I have taken them from the warehouse where he had stored them.”

    “So why don’t you just destroy them?”

    “Only your daughter can do that.”

    “So why come to me?”

    Rambaldi grinned. “You have a much larger back yard. Now assemble a team and build a field, while I go visit Signor Sloane. Here is a new e-mail address where you can contact him. Oh, and call your team the Cubs. I like the Cubs.”

    Jack looked dubious. “I don’t think it’s such a good idea to name a team after one that hasn’t won a World Series since Ronald Reagan was a baby.”

    “The Cubs,” Rambaldi repeated. “Now get busy. You have one week.” With that, he vanished.
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    TBC

    *"If you build it, they will come" is from the classic baseball movie "Field of Dreams."
     
  2. Addicted to Alias

    Addicted to Alias Rocket Ranger

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    This seems interesting, I like it. Post more. :)
     
  3. She'sgood

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    kool post more soon
     
  4. GO Syd

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    LOL FIELD OF DREAMS!!! I LOVE THAT MOVIE

    EASE HIS PAIN
    GO THE DISTANCE
     
  5. Ophelia

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    “Now let me get this straight,” Vaughn said at a meeting of the joint task force the next morning. “Rambaldi paid you a visit last night, and he wants you and Sloane to put together teams to play a baseball game?”

    “That’s right,” Jack replied.

    “And the winner gets all his manuscripts and artifacts, is that it?”

    “That sums it up pretty well, yes.”

    Jack paused for a moment to let that sink in and to enjoy the looks the others were exchanging. Kendall leaned back in his chair a little and smirked. Mr. Know-it-all Bristow had finally cracked. Maybe now he could get his old job back.

    “Uh, Dad, have you been into the Glenfiddich again?” Sydney finally asked after a long silence.

    “Not a drop – not that it’s any of your business, young lady,” Jack told her sternly. “Now, who knows how to play? I have a pretty mean fastball, so I’ll pitch.”

    “You? A fastball?” Will asked in surprise.

    “Almost 90 miles an hour. I pitched in Little League, Pony League, and on my high school team. I average seven strikeouts a game, and have a 2.5 earned run average. What’s yours?”

    “Okay, okay, you can pitch.” Will held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll play shortstop. Anybody else?”

    “I’ll catch for you, Dad,” Sydney chimed in.

    “I’ll play second,” said Vaughn.

    “First base,” Dixon called out.

    “”Third for me,” said Weiss.

    “I want to play center field,” Marshall babbled, “because in the ’32 World Series, that’s where Babe Ruth pointed to call his shot, and . . .”

    ‘Okay, Marshall, you can play center field,” Jack interrupted irritably.

    “Hey, what about me?” Kendall demanded.

    “Left field, definitely,” Jack told him. “But we still need a right fielder.”

    “I’ll do it.” The voice was Dr. Barnett’s, coming from the doorway.

    Jack rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

    “I heard that there was some strange conversation going on in here. A baseball game, as I understand it?”

    “Yes, a baseball game.”

    “Rambaldi came to see Mr. Bristow last night, you see,” Marshall explained, “and . . .”

    “That’s enough, Marshall,” Jack interrupted hastily. “Well, looks as though we have our team, then. Now, everyone meet at my house in an hour. We have a baseball field to build, and some serious practicing to do. We only have a week”

    “What’s our team name, anyway?” Dixon asked.

    “The CIA Cubs.”

    “The Cubs?” Vaughn groaned. “Why the Cubs? What’s wrong with the Mets?”

    “According to the e-mail I just got from Sloane, that’s his team name – the International Criminal Organization Mets.”

    “Oh, for crying out loud,” Vaughn grumbled to himself as he filed out of the conference room with the others.

    Dr. Barnett fell into step beside Jack. “Did I understand Marshall Flinkman to say that Rambaldi paid you a visit and told you to do all this?”

    “That’s right.”

    “And that doesn’t seem at all odd to you?”

    “It would, except for the e-mail I got from Sloane. I’ll show it to you if you like,” Jack replied coolly, and walked away.

    Dr. Barnett just shook her head as she watched him go,
     
  6. Sydney Look Alike

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    This is really funny! You should deffinantly write more! I like how the people at the CIA are acting like they do this every week or something. :D
     
  7. She'sgood

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    yeah this is really good
     
  8. GO Syd

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    lol ophelia r u gonna get to ne of the other sayings from field of dreams?
     
  9. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

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    I can't wait to see more of this! :)

    Good job so far!
     
  10. Scarlet Crystal

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    o ha! write more! this is really good
     
  11. Mrs. Karie Vartan

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    Hehehe!! My thoughts exactly!! This IS really funny!! :LOL: :LOL: :D
    -Karie-
     
  12. Ophelia

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    “Ease his pain.”

    It was Rambaldi again – and again it was the middle of the night. Jack groaned and sat up. It had been a very long day – the first day of practice and working on the field – and he was in no mood for this.

    ‘You know, this is getting really old,” Jack grumbled. “What do you want now?”

    “Signor Bristow, before you become too annoyed with me for waking you up, there is someone I want you to meet.”

    A large black man in his mid-thirties – about Jack’s height but about 30 pounds heavier – appeared beside Rambaldi. At first, Jack couldn’t place him, though for some reason he looked vaguely familiar.

    The man smiled shyly. “Josh Gibson. Kansas City Monarchs.”

    Sydney would have laughed aloud if she could have seen her father’s awed expression. Josh Gibson, right here in my house, he thought. The greatest player in the Negro Leagues, a catcher, dead of a stroke at the age of only 35, just weeks after Jackie Robinson had broken in with the Brooklyn Dodgers . . .

    “My father idolized you,” Jack said finally, sticking out his hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

    It was with a touch of sadness that he noticed Gibson hesitate and look more than a little uncomfortable at shaking hands with a white man and being called “sir” by him.

    ‘He saw you play several times,” Jack went on, “ the last time in Cleveland in 1942. He got your autograph. He got someone to take a picture of the two of you together, too. I still have them around here somewhere.”

    “I think I remember,” Gibson replied. Not too many white men had asked for his autograph in those days.

    “He is here to help,” Rambaldi said. “We saw practice today.”

    Jack rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to discuss that?”

    “It really wasn’t as bad as all that,” Gibson said. “Mr. Rambaldi told me what’s at stake here. I really would like to help. I could manage the team.”

    “It would be an honor,” Jack said again.

    “Then we will see you tomorrow,” said Rambaldi. “Now get some rest, Signor Bristow.”

    “Hey, who did you get to manage Sloane’s team?” Jack asked.

    “Ty Cobb.”

    Jack’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, boy.”

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    *AUTHOR'S NOTE* My apologies for not starting the game in this chapter, but I just saw part of Ken Burns's film "Baseball" and just couldn't resist including Josh Gibson's story here.

    *The line "Ease his pain" is, of course, from the classic baseball movie "Field of Dreams." Thanks to Go Syd for urging me to use it.
     
  13. IrinaDerevko

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    Hey this is really good so far!!!
     
  14. Mrs. Karie Vartan

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    LMAO!! I love this story!! :LOL: :LOL: :D
    -Karie-
     
  15. GO Syd

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    thank you now u need "GO THE DISTANCE"
     
  16. liliana

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    okay interesting can't wait 2 c what happens next
     
  17. Marshall's_Tech_Emporium

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    :) very good. :) Keep it coming!
     
  18. fledermaus

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    i love it!!!! the nonchalant way they take all of this, the dead and immortal guys and all that, is hysterical. what really odd jobs they have. i wonder that barnett's not used to it by now, or just as crazy herself
     
  19. Mrs. Karie Vartan

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    *Gasp* More Please! More Please!! More Please!!! :D
    -Karie-
     
  20. aliasrocks

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    i demand that you write more. or doom will reighn upon you childrens children childer. DOOM I SAY, DOOM.
     

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