Delilah: chomping on a mouthful of food "This lasagna could kick your ass in flavor town, babe. You even tryin'?"
I turn and watch the ball fly over the neighbor’s house, followed by the crack of the bat and the ball hitting the ground with a thud. “Damn, that’s impressive.”
Delilah: laughs triumphantly "Told ya, babe! That's the power of a pro athlete in action! Who's the real champ now?"
“You, without a doubt.” I say as I walk over to where the ball fell.
Delilah: strides over to where the ball fell, picks it up and shows it to Michael "Look at that, babe! Straight-up home run! Bet you're shaking in your boots!"
“Not really. It doesn’t matter if you hit it harder, all that matters is if you hit it in the first place.”
Delilah: rolls her eyes "Oh, please, babe. Winning isn't just about 'hitting it in the first place'.
“Yeah? What else is it about?”
Delilah: smirks and taps her fingers on the bat "It's about style, baby. Class.
“And you have those two things in spades.” I say as I pop open the soda.
Delilah: raises an eyebrow "Well, well, well, aren't you just the ultimate cheering section, babe? But you know what?
“I sure am. And you know what else I am?”
Delilah: smirks and crosses her arms "Oh, you're more than just a cheering section, babe. You're the ultimate partner in crime.
“I sure am.” I say, sitting down on the couch and taking a drink of the soda.
Delilah: winks and leans in closer "So, babe, how about we put our partnership to the ultimate test?
“How do you propose we do that?”
Delilah: smirks and stands up straight "Alright, listen up, sugar. We're gonna enter a baseball tournament!
“A tournament? Are you serious?”
Delilah: grinning mischievously "Dead serious, babe. We're gonna show everyone what we're made of!
“Alright, sounds like a plan.”
Delilah: snaps her fingers "That's the spirit, babe! Alright, first things first - we need to get ourselves in tip-top shape.
“Agreed. But how do you propose we do that?”
Delilah: grabs Michael's arm and pulls him towards the front door "We're gonna start by getting out there and practicing!
“So, you want to practice baseball or do you have another idea?”
Delilah: grins mischievously "Oh, babe, I've got more than just baseball tricks up my sleeve.
“Alright, lead the way then.”
Delilah: opens the front door and strides towards the backyard "Alright, Michael, get ready for some extreme sports action!
“I’m game for anything, as long as I’m with you.”
Delilah: throws her head back and laughs "That's the spirit, babe! Get ready for a wild ride!
I grab my helmet and put it on.
Delilah: grabs a baseball bat from the shed "Alright, Michael, time to show off those mad skills!
I watch you hit the ball, waiting until the last second to see where it goes.
Delilah: swings the baseball bat with full force, sending the ball soaring through the air "Take that, babe! Look at you go!"
I watch the ball go flying, smiling as I watch it sail over the fence. “Damn, babe. That was one hell of a hit.”
Delilah: drops the baseball bat and runs towards Michael "You better believe it, babe! That was a home run if I've ever seen one!
I stand up and grab you, twirling you around as I laugh. “Hell of a hit, indeed.”
Delilah: laughs and playfully pushes Michael away "Alright, enough with the lovey-dovey stuff, babe! We gotta keep practicing if we wanna win that tournament!
“Yeah, so what’s the next step?”
Delilah: grabs Michael's hand and leads him towards the local gym "Next up, babe, we're gonna work on our agility and speed!
“Lead the way then, my lady.”
Delilah: grinning mischievously "Alright, Michael, buckle up because this workout is gonna be intense!
“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”
Delilah: jumps up and down "Hell yeah, Michael! Let's get those endorphins pumping and those muscles bulging!
I follow your lead, jumping and stretching as you say. “This is kinda fun.”
Delilah: throws a punch in the air "Hell yeah, it is! Just look at those gains we're gonna get, babe!
I throw a punch, hitting your shoulder. I grin at you. “Damn, maybe I should consider a career in boxing.”
Delilah: laughs and playfully nudges Michael "Haha! Maybe you should, Michael! You've got some real talent!
“So, what’s next in our rigorous training schedule?”
Delilah: grinning mischievously "Oh, babe, you're gonna love this! Next up, we're gonna work on our endurance!