Daniel Murphy arrived at the park very early today. He wanted to make sure he got in some extra batting and fielding practice, because after all, that’s what Doubles Hitting Machines and Future Gold Glove players do. He arrived to find Terry Collins pacing back and forth with a very worried look on his face.
“What’s wrong, Terry?”
“Daniel, it’s terrible!” Terry said. “Hey, did you shave?”
“Why, yes I did,” Daniel said, stroking his chin.
“It looks good,” Terry said. “Makes you look like a kid, though. Anyway, this is terrible! The Capitol Clown kidnapped Matt Harvey!”
“The Capitol Clown kidnapped Matt Harvey?” Daniel said.
“That’s what I just said!” Terry said. “This is terrible!”
Without even waiting to say “wait right here”, Daniel was off. He ran to get his gym bag and within moments, he was racing back into Terry’s office in his blue and orange Superhero costume with the cape with the large number 28 trailing behind.
“It’s the Superhero!” Terry Collins said.
“It is I!” Daniel said.
“Hey,” Terry said. “Did you shave?”
“No time for that, Mr. Collins. What seems to be the problem?”
“The Capitol Clown kidnapped Matt Harvey!”
“How do you know?” Daniel asked.
“He left a note! Look!” Terry was holding a big piece of paper and scrawled in what looked like red finger paint, the note read:
I have Matt Harvey. He is not going to pitch tonight. Ha Ha. Yours truly, the Capitol Clown.
“See?” Terry Collins said. “What are we going to do?”
“Hmmm…” Daniel said. Then he noticed something strange. There were giant red footprints in red paint leading out of Terry’s office. He couldn’t believe he missed them before. “Wait right here, Mr. Collins. I think I may have found where the Capitol Clown went.”
Daniel followed the footprints, which led to a storage closet. Daniel opened the door, and inside was the Capitol Clown who had Matt Harvey tied up and on the floor.
“What are you doing in there, Clown?” the Superhero asked.
“That’s a clown question, bro!” the Capitol Clown yelled and raced past Daniel.
“Damn, that’s a fast clown,” Daniel muttered to himself. “You okay, Matt?” Daniel asked as he undid the rope.
“Thanks, Superhero,” Matt Harvey said. “I freaking hate clowns.”
“No need to thank me,” Daniel said. “Just go out and toss a great game tonight.” Before Matt could get a good look at him, the Superhero was gone.