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Dreams of baseball
Sep. 23rd, 2005 10:05 pmIf you're looking for a pithy informative post about the all American sport, this isn't it. I would not describe myself as a sports fanatic, those who know me well, or believe they do, do we ever know one another well? Would describe me as quite the reverse.
My earliest memory of baseball was as a small child playing a neighborhood game in our front lawn in West Chester, PA. We used a tree as second base and the driveway as first. The nieghborhood boy, tall lanky with blue black hair and blue eyes, taught me how to hold the bat. Left hand on the bottom, right on top, get your grip right, no no the other way, I always got it wrong somehow. And the sandy haired freckle-faced blond, throwing the ball. I remember swinging but never quite connecting. But they were patient and tried more than once to get to do it right. I could not have been much older than eight at the time. Years later, after graduating from high school, I met the neighbor boy again, his hairline receding, a bit of a belly, and working as used car salesmen. Not the slender baseball jock of my youth.
( memories of baseball )
My earliest memory of baseball was as a small child playing a neighborhood game in our front lawn in West Chester, PA. We used a tree as second base and the driveway as first. The nieghborhood boy, tall lanky with blue black hair and blue eyes, taught me how to hold the bat. Left hand on the bottom, right on top, get your grip right, no no the other way, I always got it wrong somehow. And the sandy haired freckle-faced blond, throwing the ball. I remember swinging but never quite connecting. But they were patient and tried more than once to get to do it right. I could not have been much older than eight at the time. Years later, after graduating from high school, I met the neighbor boy again, his hairline receding, a bit of a belly, and working as used car salesmen. Not the slender baseball jock of my youth.
( memories of baseball )
