Monday, June 11, 2012
Real Backyard Baseball
Our neighbor and my son appear to be the most unlikely friends. The neighbor is large and athletic. My son is slight and academic. The two get along beautifully. The neighbor rings the doorbell between 8:58-and 9am and wants to play baseball. The two go out in the yard and my son pitches. Every single time, he pitches. The neighbor jacks the ball, high over the swing set, and runs to third base. My son reminds him that he is supposed to run to first base. The neighbor says, "Oh, I know. I forgot. Pitch again." My son pitches, the kid slams the ball deep into the woods. And runs to third base. My son tells him he is supposed to run to first. The neighbor says, "Oh, I forgot. OK, pitch again." He pitches, the neighbor cracks the ball over the pine trees. He runs to third. My son says, "You are supposed to run to first. " The neighbor says, "OK, this time I will." He hits the ball foul, but high over the trampoline and runs to third. My son reminds him he is supposed to run to first. This scene repeats over and over and over, and anyone watching gets so annoyed! They get irritated the kid always runs to third and always gets to bat. Meanwhile these two friends are OK with this arrangement..they play this game until someone comes and tells them they are not playing right. Then whoever tells them they are not playing right starts to play and pretty soon there is a whole group of boys playing baseball...my son and his friend then jump in the neighbors pool until the other boys get sick of baseball and leave. Then my son and the neighbor start playing baseball all over again. My son pitches the ball. The neighbor jacks the ball...and runs to third.
Posted by Annmarie Pipa at 7:54 AM