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Ian Happ -requested-

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  I hate going to baseball games by myself, but I'm not going to be a loser and waste a perfectly good ticket, especially one right along the first baseline.

I sit down with my food and wait for visitors batting practice to end. I look through the Cub's Instagram story for the lineup, and I'm more than thrilled to see that Ian Happ would be playing at second tonight.

I look down at my sign that was leaning against the wall in front of me. I'm not sure if I was going to use it, which I know, totally defeats the purpose of bringing it in the first place.

It was embarrassing, with the words "Ian, what's HAPPening w/ you tonight? Dinner?" in blue and red ink. Totally ridiculous, I know, but what's the worst that could happen with it?

The game starts, and the Cubbies take the field. The crowd goes wild while the announcer reads out the starting lineup and positions.

Kyle Hendricks takes the mound, and the game starts. He beams in a 92 M.P.H fastball for the game's first strike against Dickerson, the Pirates' left fielder.

That strike was the only one though, Hendricks throwing four straight balls right after and giving Dickerson first base.

That wasn't all though. Second pitch of the next at-bat, Marte lines a ball to left center and both he and Dickerson advance two bases. Polanco steps up to the plate and is drilled with an inside fastball that slipped from Kyle's grip.

Just like that, bases are loaded with no outs. David Freese stands in the box, waiting for a pitch from Kyle.

The first pitch drops for a ball, and the next one hugs the outside corner for a strike. The counts even at 1-1 when Kyle throws the next strike.

With a solid crack of the bat, the ball is walloped a few feet to the right side of second base. Since Ian is shifted towards the left side of the field, he scoops the line drive before it hits the dirt.

The Pirates' baserunners, convinced Ian had dropped the ball, take off. Ian rushes to second, stepping on it to tag up Marte before chasing down Polanco who's attempting to get back to first.

Because of Ian's speed, he's able to tag Polanco easily. The crowd erupts in cheers, and the Cubs dugout goes crazy.

Holy shit, an unassisted triple play. I hold my sign up and stand on my feet, roaring with the rest of the crowd.

The ball gets thrown high into the stands, and within seconds, I'm met face to face with the Ian Happ.

His cheeks were flushed red, and you could see the adrenaline high in his eyes.

"I like your sign," he says, and all I can do is stare at him with a dropped jaw.

He takes a sharpie out of his back pocket and grabs hold of the bottom of my poster board.

'You're gorgeous; I'd love to go to dinner tonight. I'll meet you at the player's parking lot after the game.'