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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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