11 February 2016

Playing Baseball...Well, Sort Of.

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?
Charlene Maugeri said...

I grew up playing fastpitch softball, from when I was 8 till I was 18. My dad came from a baseball family. He and his two brothers all played in high school and one of my uncles played in college. You could say I like baseball. So this video made me laugh. But not at you, of course! I loved it!

Unknown said...

So sweet, thank you so much for sharing x

Cara (Kindly Unspoken) said...

Looks like a fun time was had by all. Sorry that the swing broke, that's crazy someone would have attempted to "fix" it like that.

Brittany Putman said...

So fun! We grew up with baseball too but it has been a long time since I played. Looks like a fun time!

LivingLifeDowntown said...

What a fun family outing!

GiGi Eats Celebrities said...

I love finding family treasures from way back when. When my grandfather was dying :( my family and I went through all of his stuff, sorting it, etc... And it was BEYOND fascinating!

Bethany L said...

This looks like it was SO Much fun! We used to play softball as a family during holidays, but we haven't done that lately (maybe time to resurrect the game!). Also, your dad's journal just cracks me up!

Rach said...

So fun! I played softball as a kid and loved it! A couple of years ago Christopher and I joined a local league with his coworkers and it was a lot of fun. Christopher and I are average players, but our team was so bad that we were ALL STARS, ha! I think we won one game the entire season. ;)

Penny @ Penny's Passion said...

We used to play wiffle ball as a kid all the time. It was fun when my son was old enough to hit the ball around in the back yard. What great memories!

Lauren Richardson said...

We used to play baseball all the time as a family growing up! What a fun afternoon!


Jen Lud said...

Hhahaha you guys are adorable! You look so much like your dad! I am not a baseball person and am no longer close to my father, but he loves the game. One of my only good memories of my dad was when he took me to the White Sox game and we got to eat hot dogs and soda while they played. I was so excited that day, I hung on to the program from the game for years.

Side note: I can actually pitch a pretty mean overhand softball pitch!! My girlfriend loves softball and taught me how. She said I'm a natural...who knew!?!

Jo said...

I love what your dad wrote in his diary. Things were so simple back then. Baseball = happiness. No baseball = no happiness. It's really cute. I didn't know how gutter ball came about but now I know!

Jo's Jumbled Jardinière

Farrah said...

hahaha, your dad sounds like a diehard baseball fan! :P I cringe when I read my old journal entries. x_x

Looks like you had a lot of fun! :] I like how creative you guys got with making your own tee, haha. That sucks that that swing broke!

Robert J. McAdory said...

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