Food for Thought

This brings me to coaching baseball.

Ive run in to many a parent who are angry or upset that Im not doing my job teaching little Bobby or Suzy to catch.

For goodness sake I do have a role in that. But I just want to ask them how much do they actually spend time playing catch with them in the back yard!

The kids today are masters of strategy gleaned from playing 2k7, 2k8, etc..But couldn't catch a cold. Well they mostly do have colds and other malodies from staying in the house all day.

Right now my son is trying to juggle tennis balls. Indoors because the weather is bad. He just said that soon he will be juggling knives with fire.

Hope he doesn't break something. But if he does thats ok. Sort of. But thats better than wondering if he could juggle.

 

You've shown yours, now I'll show mine... age that is!

Someone mentioned "Sunrise Theater" on Saturday mornings... we got channel 5 out of Raleigh too! That started the day that didn't end until dark. The only time you could catch us at home was when we would come get a glove or bat or ball or a fishin' rod and maybe a band aid from momma for a cut or scrape that wouldn't stop bleeding after rubbing spit on it.

Having a best friend who you would get in an argument with then getting in a fight where you beat the heck out of each other and afterwards, hated each others guts... for about an hour until you became best friends again!

The worst thing that could happen to a boy on a Saturday was having to go clothes shopping with their mom, even worse was having to go with mom and sisters. I never could understand why a perfectly good Saturday could be wasted on something this awful.

Speaking of clothes... remember getting new jeans? They were always bought with the legs too long so as to allow for those growth spurts. You just rolled up the legs to where they fit that particular day.

Getting a new bike was the absolutely coolest thing that could happen to you.

Getting a new bike, that you earned money to help pay for, gave you a sense of pride that you were growing up.

One of the stories from my youth that my son thinks is funny is...

"Lifesaving class"
One summer my sisters and I took lifesaving. They were both in the "senior" class and I was in the "junior" class. These classes were taught at a local swimming pond a couple of days a week for several weeks that summer. I missed one of my classes for some reason and had to make it up by going to a "Senior" class... a day that will never be forgotten! The main lesson of that day was the cross chest method of swimming a drowning person to shore. The instructor paired us up and by divine powers I was partnered with a girl named Grace. Let's just say, that at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Grace had already "blossomed". When my turn came to bring Grace to shore, I discovered the true power of the female form. As I reached across Grace's shoulder and over her chest to her opposite side, I think I went into shock! My arm went numb, my breath became labored and I was happier than I think I had ever been in my short life. I'm sure I had the stupidest grin on my face that Grace had ever seen, but she just smiled at me the smile of a woman that knows her power over all men. Amazingly, I got to shore without drowning us both. For the rest of that summer, whenever I saw Grace, she would give me that smile... and I would go weak in the knees. Powerful stuff!

 

Sounds like that scene straight out of the movie The Sandlot...you didn't end up marrying her did you? I bet that movie has been watched in our house 100 times.

 

nope... just a fond memory. I was more like the catcher in "The Sandlot" but I guess a little luckier!

 

This post made me laugh....

 

Same thing in lifesaving class.

Similar thing happened to me. Except I thought she was already my GF. Only thing was that I almost drowned her. Didn't want to be, ungentlemanly, so I did not get a good grasp. (Im going to burn in hell.)


She lived.

 

One of the funniest posts I ever read....mostly because most of us had a related incident (maybe not with swimming classes, but related nonetheless)