Once upon a time, we found my Dad's childhood diary. It read something like this:
"Today was a good day. Got to play baseball."
"Today was not a good day. Didn't get to play baseball."
I'm not even exaggerating. We thought it was hilarious. Dad has loved the sport for as long as he can remember--playing it, watching it, even becoming a collector of baseball cards.
Somehow, he ended up with 7 kids who aren't terribly good at any sport, let alone baseball.
Nevertheless, we used to get out the baseball equipment and play with our friends fairly regularly when we were all still living at home. Dad even brought over from the USA in luggage a collection of balls, bats, and gloves--some from his own childhood, others purchased more recently. He even got me my own lefty glove. Perks of being lefthanded? Not having to share your baseball glove with anyone!
Last Saturday morning, for once we had no social obligations to fulfill, and we decided to take all the baseball equipment to the park and play a game.
Only we didn't really play a game, mostly we just practiced pitching and batting and throwing and catching until we got hungry and went out for an Indian food breakfast.
We even invented a makeshift tee once we figured out that Sarah couldn't hit anything pitched at her, no matter how slowly.
Once she got bored of batting, she went to play on the swings, and just happened to pick the one swing that had been terribly mended with a piece of rusty wire, and fell off. Mending a swing with a tiny bit of wire is a really bad thing to do. Better to just leave it broken so that people won't get hurt!
A few gutter balls were hit. If you didn't know that "gutter ball" is a thing in baseball, it's when the ball manages to get through the fence and lands in the gutter outside. Not really a good thing.
And the guys burst the seams on the only softball we have. There's nine baseballs, but we prefer the softball, for obvious reasons (easier to hit).
I'm proud to say that I had a batting average of over .500 when pitching a softball to myself (throwing it up in the air and hitting it). Angel decided to tempt disaster by filming while sending over some really slow balls to me, and even caught me hitting one--a clip that obviously made it into the Youtube video!
When's the last time you played baseball? Or, if baseball isn't it, what's the sport of choice in your family?