Ballpark Stalker
My name is Bobby Lee Swagger. I'm a professional baseball player for the New York Mets. I graduated from Stanford with a degree in physics before getting drafted. They told me I was a diamond in the rough throughout my minor league career, and I certainly came out of the rough. I was rookie of the year 4 years ago and I've had much success and fame ever since. My teammates and coaches love me, I've got a great circle of friends, and a strong fan base. Although, some of these fans are a little too fanatic if you ask me.
Recently, I created a Twitter page. My publicist suggested that it would be good for me to be "out there". I mean, I do everything she asks but this thing is a little weird. I mean, I don't even update it myself I just have my assistant do it for me. When my assistant came to me the other day, he mentioned that someone has been commenting on my tweet's almost fifteen times a day.
"So..." I said.
"Well he's getting mad about you not responding and now he's getting pretty violent". "All I'm going to say is, be careful".
I investigated this for myself and turns out this psycho has been threatening me and even knows where I live. His last comment read "I'll be waiting for you after the game tonight, pretty boy". What now?
I've just left the ballpark, it's around 1 A.M. and there he is.
I'm not really sure of what to do anymore. My publicist thinks I'm crazy and my teammates give me shit for it all the time.
I walk to my car parked in the fenced off players lot.
I think for a minute about what to do.
Can you help me out?
Recently, I created a Twitter page. My publicist suggested that it would be good for me to be "out there". I mean, I do everything she asks but this thing is a little weird. I mean, I don't even update it myself I just have my assistant do it for me. When my assistant came to me the other day, he mentioned that someone has been commenting on my tweet's almost fifteen times a day.
"So..." I said.
"Well he's getting mad about you not responding and now he's getting pretty violent". "All I'm going to say is, be careful".
I investigated this for myself and turns out this psycho has been threatening me and even knows where I live. His last comment read "I'll be waiting for you after the game tonight, pretty boy". What now?
I've just left the ballpark, it's around 1 A.M. and there he is.
I'm not really sure of what to do anymore. My publicist thinks I'm crazy and my teammates give me shit for it all the time.
I walk to my car parked in the fenced off players lot.
I think for a minute about what to do.
Can you help me out?