Dat Not Fair!
He knew a lot about rocks, trails, setting up tents, and his station wagon was always loaded down to where its tail almost dragged as it went along the road to camp. He was a lot of fun, but I just can’t help remember, how he just didn’t do right by the troop’s funds.
Little League is for kids from five up to
their teens, and my kids started when my little guy was about six. We were
watching the little league world series one August on television, when…
“Daaaa ad, they as
big as me, can I play…pahlease, uh, uh uh?”
He kept rolling his
doe eyes, bugging me until I caved in, and took a look into it. At the time he
was the only one still in the cub scouts, and without his brothers there, he
wanted out, and little league was it.
What choice did I
have, I had to look for them. They don’t advertise, so unless you live in a community that has one, you have to look for them.
With my smokes by my side, I anxiously puffed away as my fingers took a hike
through the yellow pages. They weren’t in it. So in desperation, I finally called
information in Pennsylvania, and got their
headquarters. They directed me to several in our area. Recruiting is in
February, and believe it or not during the season, coaches scout other teams for their draft at recruiting time. It was too
late for him to play, and we had to wait until February.
“Sorry pal, but you
gotta wait till next year.”
“Dat not fair…dat not
fair!”
They all say that
when they can’t get what they want, so we compromised. To make him feel better, I wound up buying gloves, a bat, some
balls, and we began practicing in the park. There I was playing catch, chasing
balls, puffing away, and…
“Haaaaa ack…cough
cough,” running out of air, and coughing my brains out!”
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