Peanut League
By some stroke of luck or justice all the kids who were chosen last, mercilessly teased through the years or simply were too fat or thin to field or hit a baseball, managed to get into the same seventh grade class. While the resulting “peanuts” team did not win a single game in the tiny grade school league, at least they finally played.
wild pitch
wilder swing
catcher sweats
Published 9/2015 Cattails
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