In honor of the Fish
Since today was slated to be her first high school softball game, I must recite the following poem:Rain, rain go away.
Come again some other day.
The Fish wants to play outside today,
So rain, rain, F&*@ OFF!
She was nervous as heck because she was catching. It could be possible that my father's constant "Did you let any get by?" everyday hasn't helped matters. Sure my pops played baseball, and knows his fundementals, but there are a lot of idiosyncrysies that he doesn't know. The worst part? He thinks he does.
I said to the Fish, "Why are you nervous? Coach trusts you, so go out and have fun. Don't be afraid to get down and dirty either." She looked at me and said "Yeah, you're right."
Hopefully, this stuff will slide out of here and we'll play ball.
posted by Rusty @ 8:38 AM
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