“It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. It took one afternoon on the golf course.”

This morning I just didn’t want to get out of bed. I lolled a bit then finally around 9:45 reluctantly got up. Henry had awakened me around 6 so I went downstairs to let him out. I was taken aback a bit when I saw my door was wide open. I hadn’t closed it before I’d gone to bed. It’s a good thing no gangs of armed marauders had roamed my neighborhood in the darkness of the night.

The weather is again delightful though the humidity is coming. I wish it would rain.

When I was a kid, I was a bit mouthy, but I thought myself quite witty. My father thought otherwise. He never appreciated my quickness with the bon mot. That I got myself in trouble didn’t matter. I liked the one-upmanship.

Growing up, I mastered all the usual kid stuff like ice skates, roller skates and bike riding. I never did spin the hula hoop more than a couple of times before it fell to the ground.

I haven’t thrown horseshoes in years, but in bygone times I was good at it. Seldom did my horseshoe land far from the post, and leaners and ringers were common for me.

I haven’t miniature golfed in forever, but I still remember my frustration with the windmill. Our windmill had three holes leading to the green, and they were always my downfall. My ball inevitably hit the windmill between the holes and bounced back to me again and again. My co-players would sit on the bench waiting and laughing and doing a play by play.

I also haven’t been bowling in forever. Around here we bowl candlepin with three balls to a frame. One of my balls always ended up in the gutter, a sort of bowling curveball. If I ever got a spare, I wanted to hear We Are the Champions over the loud speaker and spontaneous applause.

I was good at softball. I was a pitcher who had a wicked fastball, and I could play first base. My bat was lively and I could judge most balls well enough to hit them for base hits. This sport, of course, is not a lifetime sport.

I’m best at tripping and falling. Too bad it’s not a sport. I’d always get a ten.

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2 Comments on ““It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. It took one afternoon on the golf course.””

  1. Bob Says:

    When I was little my mother would threaten to wash out my mouth with soap and she never did. I was also mouthy and very opinionated just like my 21 year old son is now. You and I Came of age during the turbulent 60s and Watergate which brought oot much lively debates.

    I was not blessed with athletic ability and always got picked last and wound up playing right field. The last time I bowled my wife embarrassed me so badly that she doesn’t consider me worthwhile competition. I used to take my daughter to Special Olympics bowling which is a league were I could excel. 🙂

    Another hot and sunny day which might get to 100 degrees. The same weather is forecast for the next ten days.

    • katry Says:

      By the time Watergate came around, I was out of college and home from Ghana. Neither one of us can use that as an excuse for our being mouthy.

      I was good at any sort of a game with a ball including softball, basketball and tennis. I never did get good at bowling or min nature golf. I’d go, but just to be with friends.

      We will stay in the high 70’s today and the high 60’s tonight. It is getting warm, and I’m beginning to feel closed in so I’m thinking it is time for my AC.

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