Baseball Bats

Every weekend, I'm going to try and tell family stories. You know the ones... that get passed down thru the generations... I'm trying to get my mom to write up some about her... like her pet skunk, pet chicken, how she wasn't allowed in the kitchen and the first chicken she cooked on her own... yaaa... I have lots of material... but today it will be about me.

I was asked to play softball with a friend, they were short one person. I could catch, but was pretty lousy at hitting and throwing. Oh, I could hit... usually a grounder to the pitcher... and I could throw as far as first base to home or second. That was my limit. But when you are short a person, just about anyone will do...

My mom made me promise not to play catcher. Any position but catcher. My friend D heard her and we both said ok. Off to the game. The team was practicing while waiting for the other team to show up. I was going to play first base. I could catch a ball thrown to me and that was the only position they figured would work for me since I couldn't play catcher. Whatever. But we also took turns at bat while we were waiting. Yaa... you are figuring this out...

It was the catcher's turn to bat. I was asked to catch while she batted. Uhhhhh... ok. The pitcher threw a grounder... and I bent forward over the plate to get it... I didn't think it was going to roll all the way to me. And the batter decided to 'golf' it at the same time. Yaa.... my head became the golf ball. Knocked me out cold.

Can you say I really didn't want my mom to know what happened? After all the warnings. After saying I wouldn't play catcher. Ohhhh boyyy...

I just hope my kids listen better than I did. ;-)

Posted by vw bug at August 19, 2006 07:30 AM | TrackBack