Friday, June 25, 2010

third bass

Let me be clear up front that like the warning on this cover and what follows may be offensive to some readers... the kids however loved it.


Even though the Little League season is officially over and the older boy went 2-11, I consider it a victory since at one point they were facing 0-11. In any event they came on strong in the end. Oddly enough I think vinyl and 3rd bass actually had something to do with the late season surge. (what follows is a re-creation and the albums have been changed to protect the albums destroyed)


Essentially the team had a practice in a park without a diamond and given the inability to herd squirrels on a properly formatted field, I took it upon myself to bring some bases. First thought was to borrow the little rubber bases. Second thought was to simply cut some 12 X 12 pieces of wood. Third thought was the most obvious and take some cull records.

There were 10 kids on the team and at the time I was amazed that only two knew what I had placed as bases. It was when they realized they could jump on them and break them the other 8 suddenly ran with passion to destroy that evil copy of mantovani.

Did this have anything to do with them winning the next two games? I don't care. Is the world a worse place because the records were destroyed? I don't care. The fact that now all 10 kids on the team know what a record is and the fact that they won two of the three following games is enough for me.

4 comments:

  1. If I had a dollar for every dam mantovani records I've passed over I'd be rich. Death to all mantovani records.

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  2. Baseball records were made to be broken :)

    Before Little League choked the life out of childhood baseball, we played on a diamond with real bases at the park. Boys and girls, all ages. No grownups ever darkened the field, and no kid ever had to be embarrassed by a parent forgetting to take their meds and screaming obscenities. My son was less fortunate. He did get invited to camp by the Chicago Cubs, but, then his high school coach put him in as a pitcher, he normally played first base, with no warm-up and he tore out his elbow. He got the same surgeon as Sandy Coldfacts, the same year, but, not the same result :(

    We counted Balls and Strikes. Strikes were when you swung and missed, or ticked it or fouled it, which could not be the third strike.

    Three strikes and you were out. Three outs and the other team got to bat. If there was enough kids there that day to have another team. If not, we just took turns batting.

    If you did not swing, it was a ball, but, nobody got to base on balls. Hit it or forgit it.

    Nobody kept score, but, once in a while somebody got a home run. That was something to tell them about when you got home. If you remembered it that long.

    We did not even have a team psychiatrist...

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  3. I guess you probably make an ok dad, dave slagle. :)

    Dave C

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  4. Dave,

    Give 'em the gas face!

    Chris

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