Favorite Softball Memory

Well, for me it’s easy. Junior year, Bugtussell High, 1977. I was the bat-boy for the Varsity girl’s softball team, the Bugtussell Bumble Bees. We were an explosive team that year. So anyway, Conference championship game against the hated Downsville Dastardly Diamond Dogs. We were on the wrong side of a classic pitchers’ duel and trailed 13-0 in the bottom of the 4th. Our pitcher, Nonie Farnsworth, had a no-hitter going, as did the opposing pitcher, Mary Jane Clonswarmer. Unfortunately, ol’ Nonie had hit a bad patch in the road and had walked 16 batters in a row.

Well, I took the opportunity of one of our coach’s visits to the mound to sneak around behind the Diamond Dogs dugout where I found their mascot, PeaBrain, sleeping soundly in the sun. PeaBrain was a 14-year old bloodhound with severe bladder control issues. As quietly as I could, I crept up right next to old PeaBrain and yelled “FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!” as loud as I possibly could right in his ear.

For about three seconds I thought I had given him a heart attack and killed him. His eyes got big as apple fritters, all four legs shot straight out and locked at the joints and he peed a stream a good eight feet away where it promptly soaked the socks of Eloise Clonswarmer, Mary Jane’s mother.

Well I started running like my pants were on fire with PeaBrain dead on my heels for about 15 feet until he ran out of chain. I didn’t stop running until I was safely back in our dugout and in the arms of our right fielder, Marjorie Merkle. Margie went about 215 lbs. back then and was tough as nails, although slightly ‘slow’ in the head.

Well, to finish the story, we lost 22-0 and PeaBrain was never seen at another softball game. Marjorie and I later married and now sell produce out of the back of a pickup truck.

 

thanks. we(i) needed that........

 

Good one Shrapnel! I am Irish also! lol

 

I dug out (pun intended) our old yearbook and here is our team picture for that year.
Marjorie is the big girl in long,dark hair with the different uniform. We didn't have one that fit her massive shoulders so we fashioned one out of the coach's bowling shirt.

 

i get all misty everytime you tell that one paw