The voice of him that crieth in the Bloggerness!
I was on the loser team. I was so bad I played right field -- when I played at all -- on the loser team.
My school had two teams. The boys on the good team started playing in 2nd grade. They formed another team in 3rd grade -- the Holland Hall Hawks.
We never won a game. The last game of the season, we came close to beating a team from Paul Revere School, a school that didn't even have its own playing field. Our manager promised us a soda if we won, and we had a lead for a time, but blew the lead in the late innings.
My grandmother, who later in life would be a devoted fan of the hapless Chicago Cubs of the 1970s, loved to watch us play. She laughed as we watched butterflies, picked dandelions, chewed on our mitts, threw the ball past each other, and reacted belatedly to any ball that came our way.
Of course nobody will mistake Moses Lake for the Mariners - your guys win games.
Heheheheheh.
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