Sunday, February 1, 2009

Our team name is the Crazy Monkeys

Standing out in center field with my new glove (purchased just moments before), praying the ball didn't come my way, I had a flashback.

I could see Mark (my brother) in his little baseball outfit waiting for his turn to bat. And all the other little kiddies doing various things in the outfield: eating grass, picking their nose, facing the fence, sitting Indian style.

I realized I was almost the same as them...playing softball for what felt like the very first time and spacing out in the outfield.


Luckily, we had adult drinks afterward instead of Kool-aid.

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