Barack and Michelle are at the White Sox game.
Sitting in the first row with the rest of the Secret Service, Team Leader leans forward and says something to The President.
Barack stares at Team Leader a good minute; then looks at Michelle; then looks back at the agent and shakes his head. Violently.
The agent says: "Mr. President, it was a unanimous request--from the owner of the team down to the bat boy. And the fans would love it, Sir."
Barack considers this at his customary pace and finally shrugs his shoulders as if helpless: "Hey--if that's what The People want...."
He gets up, grabs Michelle by the collar and the seat of her pants and drops her right over the wall four feet down onto the field just next to the dugout steps.
The agent says: "Mr. President, it was a unanimous request--from the owner of the team down to the bat boy. And the fans would love it, Sir."
Barack considers this at his customary pace and finally shrugs his shoulders as if helpless: "Hey--if that's what The People want...."
He gets up, grabs Michelle by the collar and the seat of her pants and drops her right over the wall four feet down onto the field just next to the dugout steps.
She gets up kicking, swearing and screaming.
The crowd goes wild: cheering, jumping up and down, high-fiving.
Barack is waving to the crowd, flashing The Smile, humbled and yet inspired by the response.
Barack is waving to the crowd, flashing The Smile, humbled and yet inspired by the response.
"You were right," he says to Team Leader, "I never would have believed it!"
Then, noticing the agent's face has lost every vestige of blood it ever had, Barack asks what is wrong.
"Sir: I said, they want you to throw out the First Pitch!"
Then, noticing the agent's face has lost every vestige of blood it ever had, Barack asks what is wrong.
"Sir: I said, they want you to throw out the First Pitch!"
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