I was sitting in the stands watching and recording each move of a baseball game, keeping a watchful eye on every tight ass on the field – especially the one belonging to the pitcher. As the game drew to a close, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Before I knew it, I was wiggling in my seat! When the game was over I took off for my post-game interviews. My press pass got me into the locker room area where I congratulated the team. When I finally made my way to my favorite player, I walked right up behind him and lightly brushed over his towel-covered ass. He turned around and was surprised to see me. We made our way to his private dressing room for a one-on-one interview. My blood started racing through my body at a high rate of speed, and I found it difficult to concentrate on his words. He sat opposite me wearing only his towel with his legs cocked open. I absently wrote down notes, but my eyes kept drifting to his inner thighs.