Comments: Sliding......

True grit for a shrimp like you to lord over home plate and emerge victorious.

Of course, that's coming from a lummox like me who reveled in totaling smaller chassis than myself. That is, until the select few outgrew me and stuck to the weight room. Big bastards put me off high school sports entirely. Delivering hits in Gray Y football league was a helluva lot more fun than trying to stand up to suicidal tackling drills against boys who found their testosterone over the summer in barrels rather than bottles.

God, if I was to slide now, I'd be due for #6 in the never ending parade of knee surgeries.

Missed opportunities, indeed, homes.

Wish we coulda played the game together.

A

Posted by Andy on August 10, 2011 10:55 PM

You are right about that feeling of tagging someone out or sliding into third (for me). I was never great at sports, but I was better than average. Yet, my parents rarely came to see me play - after all, I was a girl and girl's sports are just not as important. It's still a sore spot for me. With my own kids, how could I ever miss seeing them play? I love it!

Posted by Lou on August 11, 2011 07:22 AM

Back in the writing saddle, I see. Perhaps you need more raspberry cheesecakes. ;-)

Posted by Elisson on August 11, 2011 09:51 AM

I loved watching my kids play fall ball. It wasn't so hot and it wasn't as competitive and my kids were really into it. Well, until my second son, the real athlete in the family, kept getting whacked by the ball when he was up to bat. He was fast as hell, his nickname the jackrabbit, but in kid pitch, he was so small rarely could a kid pitch to him, so after the second season he said, 'I'm done. If I never get hit by another baseball, it'll be too soon." Sometimes he jumped away in time... sometimes he didn't.

He's a tremendous football player, one of the star players on his flag football team in middle school. The kid has hands... he can catch and run. His big disappointment is he can't play real ball in HS. At 5'3" and slated to top out at 5'6", he'll get crushed. So he's relegated to the stands, playing the trombone, and studying Chemistry and Pre-Calc, while the guys are on the field, either practicing or playng.

I suspect he'd trade it all to be on the field. Just one season...

Posted by Bou on August 11, 2011 04:35 PM

Eric yes it is a magic feeling if you feel loved for whatever reason, make another peep feel the same love.

Lou, that is sad never repeat that falacy. You Go Girl.

Bou, I know that he would love that one season, I did. After he turns 35 or perhaps before he would look at the stars of this year with their drug, alcohol, personality problems and smile at his good fortune for missing that season, I did.

Posted by keeskennis on August 12, 2011 03:02 PM

.... the very next year?..... I traded my cleats in for working boots as my Mother underwent surgery on her back........ and although I lettered my freshman year, I never played a single game...

That's the year you lettered in life my friend. It's no game, but the rewards are higher, if played well to the end.

Posted by kdzu on August 12, 2011 03:37 PM