Achilles

After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers, and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he heard a boisterous cheer as Achilles rode into the blood soaked battle field. Behind him as far as the eye could see was positioned a large army. Walter Mitty the commanding leader of the opposing army stood motionless. If he exhibited any emotion he would strike fear into the eyes of the army. Achilles was as strong as an ox and as brave as a lion. He knew he was impossible to conquer, Walter Mitty knew it too and had an axe to grind. Originally he had a mischievous plan that would have the opposing army begging for mercy. However it was back to the drawing board once Achilles was the commander. Rays of sunlight illuminated, reflecting white light off the helmets' of the weary soldiers. The torridity of the sun caused it be hot as hell. "Alright men," Walter Mitty firmly stated, "it's never over till it's over." After an inspiring speech, Walter Mitty ordered the battalion to attack. Walter Mitty advanced, it felt as though Achilles was chomping at the bit. He traversed as swift as a leopard and the very hilt of his spear cast before Walter Mitty eyes. It was over he was mincemeat. Instantly, a sharp irritating voice quarreled, "Walter, you forgot to pay for parking." "Oh sorry, it must have slipped my mind," he replied. Walter Mitty dreaded the ride because it would consist of Mrs Mitty lecturing him.

"The Bambino"

     It was the fifth inning, game three of the 1932 World Series. Babe Ruth and The New York Yankees had won the first two games of a seven games series against the Chicago Cubs. Babe Ruth, looked asperous and as the years passed his belly proceeded to hang over his already out stretched pants. He was regarded as the greatest baseball player of the decade. I watched with great astonishment as Ruth approached the plate. The Chicago Cubs had been riding him mercilessly. To much of the Cubs surprise, Ruth played along with words and gestures. Charlie Root the opposing pitcher for the Chicago Cub's was slim and lanky and was not intimidated by Ruth's overwhelming demeanor. His first pitch was called a strike. Root gave Ruth a smirk and laughed. Ruth looked at Root, he stared with such intensity Root became transfixed. Ruth unexpectedly raised his right hand and extended one finger. Root missed with the next two pitches but the pitch after was called a strike, the crowd roared obstreperously. Ruth began to furiously shout at Root, looked back at the Cubs dugout and pointed two fingers towards center field. When his stubby fingers slowly stretched out and pointed to the center field fence, the stadium was rendored speechless. Ruth scrutinized Root, unable to let distractions take his eye off the pitcher. Root's next pitch was a curveball, Ruth blasted it 440 feet over the center field fence. The ball seemed to float over the fence. As Ruth rounded the bases the crowd was aghast. When he stompted down on home plate it resonated throughout the staduim. The exhiliarated crowd erupted.