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Softball Memories

It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat. The grip just wasn’t right. With a friends’ help, I swung and hit; probably, hundreds of times. In the end, I felt that I could, smack a mountain and send it sailing for yards, with that bat. Softball was a blast, when I was a teen; Every swing of that bat; every ball that I smacked; swelled my chest with pride. A dusty slide into home base; Jettisoned me into ego-space; oh, it took awhile to come back down to earth. There were, cheers from the bleachers and the smell of popcorn, hot dogs and soda pop permeated the air, like a winter fog. Perhaps it was those succulent scents, more than the cheers, that kept us winning.

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Date: 5/15/2019 1:20:00 AM
"Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks!" I am singing this to myself now. I never got the "hang" of the bat, but I used to pitch. I remember sliding in and tearing up my thigh because I was wearing short-shorts. UGH!
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/17/2019 12:26:00 PM
It took awhile, but I finally got it; I'm a leftie so that makes things a big akwards when someone right-handed is teaching.
Date: 5/14/2019 8:47:00 PM
Thanks for the trip down memory lane / pleasant valley baseball, so to speak. ~ gw
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/17/2019 12:26:00 PM
You're welcome, glad you enjoyed it.
Date: 5/14/2019 10:18:00 AM
I like your memories. I played softball and volleyball but never competively(sp). You brought back my memories.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/17/2019 12:27:00 PM
I wasn't competitive either but, sometimes we had games at school. Thanks for dropping by.