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So...I'm not going to write this story because my interest in baseball is minimal at best and basically limited to what Steve Rogers thinks about the Dodgers not being in Brooklyn anymore (and also A League of Their Own). Which I think is fair, really. This doesn't stop me from thinking it's a good idea for a fic, of course, but I am probably not the right person to follow through on it.
Background: a couple drinks into our company party on Wednesday, Kait mentioned something about Steve and Tony and baseball and...I don't even remember what else, but it turned into me thinking up an AU where Steve plays for the Dodgers in the years right before the team moves out to LA. Uh, @hubcomics then asked me about them checking for steroids, which. I say let's handwave the whole thing and make Steve's physique a product of a late growth spurt and good living. But also it's, like, 1952 and I don't even know when they would have started checking for drugs and performance enhancers? So whatever, I think we're safe on that point.
( I can just imagine Steve falling to his knees on the field after losing the 1956 World Series to the Yankees and shouting DAMN YOU, LARSEN at the sky while shaking his fists. )
In conclusion, you should all just read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harmonyangel's story, Wait Till Next Year. I guarantee you it is more coherent and wonderful than this mess of an entry.
And now I will...do work. I guess. :\
Background: a couple drinks into our company party on Wednesday, Kait mentioned something about Steve and Tony and baseball and...I don't even remember what else, but it turned into me thinking up an AU where Steve plays for the Dodgers in the years right before the team moves out to LA. Uh, @hubcomics then asked me about them checking for steroids, which. I say let's handwave the whole thing and make Steve's physique a product of a late growth spurt and good living. But also it's, like, 1952 and I don't even know when they would have started checking for drugs and performance enhancers? So whatever, I think we're safe on that point.
( I can just imagine Steve falling to his knees on the field after losing the 1956 World Series to the Yankees and shouting DAMN YOU, LARSEN at the sky while shaking his fists. )
In conclusion, you should all just read
harmonyangel's story, Wait Till Next Year. I guarantee you it is more coherent and wonderful than this mess of an entry.And now I will...do work. I guess. :\
