Brother’s Birthday
You’re famous now, bro – got your picture on the wundernet.
He’s the pitcher. Loves his baseball, always has. Mumblety-mumble years old and still plays the game. Does pretty well for his age too. Spends his springs at the Tiger’s fantasy baseball camp. Works so much with the Tigers, I’ve wondered why he doesn’t get on the payroll.
Look close – the ball is about ¼ the way from the 2nd baseman to the 3rd just into the dirt from the outfield grass.
Happy Birthday!
In my ancient yoot I used to play all the sports but baseball and me always had a connection. They are more than 60 years old now but I still have my glove and a few balls and a bat. Haven’t touched them in decades.
Still have my Little League glove laying around here somewhere. I think there’s a ball with it. No bat.
May he have a wonderful birthday and many more. How many is mumblety-mumble?
Well … he was born in the 50s 🙂
Happy Birthday to DT’s brother!
(was it yesterday, cuz then he and I share the day.)
Happy birthday to you as well. But today’s his day.
I have very fond memories passing baseball with Dad. Even as an adult I planted tress at a new house that allowed a good open area for Dad and I to pass baseball. Little League baseball generated memories of some of the plays I made those years ago. All the kids would hang out at the ballpark in the summer evening. Great times.
I enjoyed LL even if I wasn’t anything close to a star player. Those were the days a 12yo was trusted to walk a few miles home from the ballfield without adult supervision. Maybe that’s what I miss …
I was never good at sports and no encouraged to play by my parents and I felt I missed something about life there. When my own 3 boys were old enough we started them in T-ball. They played through school and turned into baseball fans. My son took all his baseball gear with him when he moved out of state. He’s a Cubs fan.
I was never any good at sports but in spite of that, I was pretty good at my main position – keeping the bench warm. I was 6’3″ in 8th grade. The BB coach was thinking center but it overlapped with football – something else I wasn’t good at – and kept tucking the BB under my arm and heading for the goal line. Never cared much for BB anyway – but trying out for sports teams was what one did then.
I had a brother 1 year younger than me and both of us played Pony League and then Little League on opposing teams. There were 2 bully’s in school that never played any sports but picked on a lot of the other kids, and they’d go to the baseball games and start stuff there too.
Once, after the game, I was at the concession stand getting some ice slushes for my brother and me. I walked back to where he had been and there was a crowd. One of the bully’s had my brother on the ground and was punching his face. I grabbed a big rock that was laying close by and then I kinda blanked out.
Next thing I knew I was standing there with my brother and the bully was laying on his back screaming and holding his bloody head. I had slammed him with that rock.
My brother and me panicked and got on our bikes and laid rubber. We lived about 2 miles away in a rural area. When we got home the manager of the little league was already at the house talking to my dad out in the yard. My dad and the manager had went to school together when they were kids.
The slammed head kid’s dad was the town barber (small town – Carlisle, PA – much bigger now) and my dad had went to school with him too. He gave all 5 of us kids our first haircuts. The next day my dad drove my brother and me to the bully’s house to apologize for our evil deed. We all went in the bully’s bedroom and he was laying in bed with his head all bandaged up. My brother and me told him we were sorry and we shook hands. But me and my brother didn’t mean it cause we knew that kid was an asshole.
Besides, we were distracted by the fact that the bully had the TV on in his room and Flipper was playing. LOL (we weren’t allowed to watch much TV)
I just went and looked that kid up and he still lives in the area and I only found one picture of him and I didn’t recognize him. In that picture he looks a lot like that retard Larry the Cable Guy, tore off sleeves, shredded hat, etc. After looking at that pik I realized my fists had balled of their own volition. lol j/k
Today was Opening Day for Grandson#1’s Little League. He scored his team’s only run via a passed ball and struck out to end the game. They got crushed….I think the score was 13-1.
But he had fun. He got some baseball cards in the Opening Ceremonies, and a ticket to the Snack Bar after the game. Until he asked, he had no idea if they had won or lost and I think that that was perfect.
Field of Dreams ….watch it again. Nothing like a Spring Day, the smell of glove oil, fresh (real) grass, and the sound of the crack of a bat (a wooden one) on the ball.