April 15, 2009

little league

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There is nothing quite like seeing a little boy swagger into the batter's box feeling twice his size, wielding the bat like some fantastic medieval bludgeon, and then right before that one poised, motionless moment when he will manfully stare down the vulturing pitcher, he sticks his behind out slightly and shakes it just a little and all you can see, shining in the afternoon sunlight through his white polyester baseball trousers, are all the little dinosaurs dancing on his underwear.

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6 comments:

Dani said...

HEHEHEHEHE :)

Kate said...

:) Oh my. Yes, those are the moments to remember!

Setiago said...

I retired from baseball after one year in 1996, but enjoyed it very much. Ryan, Andrew, John, and I were on the same team. Here's to the '96 Bartlett Baptist Bulldogs and young Spuddy Buddy's promising career!

Owl of the Desert said...

Haha! That is excellent. What wonderful memories.

Ceridwen said...

Ha!

Dawn @ My Home Sweet Home said...

If we could combine your words and my pictures, we'd really have something! I'm out there photographing what you're conveying here. :-)