Sarge is gonna let me run loose with his site, so I'll treat it with respect and dignity. His Independence Day post that referenced Ted Williams got me thinking about my own baseball playing days oh-so-long ago.
just no way to get me home from the high school. Dad was called in to work the night shift and the single working car was with him. Yeah, I still loved baseball, but I hated always being down in the count. that kept me off the bench much, or out of right field, or higher than the bottom of the lineup when I did play. I practiced hard in little league though, when I could, eventually improving my play to a level which earned me a slot on the roster in High School. Although I lost track of the number of times I missed a practice after my folks said “Sorry, you’ll have to skip practice today. Your sister has” this, or …"your brother has” that, or they had to work, or we were yet again down to just one car. I understood this then, have had to say similar things to my own children at times, but it didn't take the sting out of it when it happened. It really hurt during the few times I had to miss actual games. I remember once instance in high school when my folks couldn't let me go on an overnight trip where we were to play two conference rivals several hours away- one game Friday night, and a double-header on Saturday- the biggest trip of the year that we all looked forward to. To miss that one, only because at 10:30 PM Saturday night, when we were scheduled to return, there was
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