School is Out

Nice to see our kids and grandchildren in attendance today. First, my apology for not posting last weeks Harford game results as I was raptured by having lunch post game with my language tutor and her HOF sports writer husband who traveled afar to attend our game (two defeats). As for today's games, I always find it easier to compose after wins. Now to the substance: Blue 15 Parkville 9 and Blue 10 Parkville 4. Rather than bore you with the minutia of my recollections of hits and defensive plays, I wish to share my acquired insights of who we are. With a full contingent of players, for the first time this year, I marveled at our coviviality and malleability. I, having to walk in another man's shoes, was juxtapose to a man to whom I had always seen to my right for four years. From this, I learned many things: size nine shoes (too small) made my feet hurt walking so far to left field each inning (4 put outs and, no, Jerry, I couldn't charge fast enough to get the fifth---heal quickly R'Nealius!). My left side comrade and I shared discourse as usual (thanks for your encouragement and positioning advise) to provide validation to what my Internist stated months ago. I jokingly told my internist that I rued the fact my M.D. daughter had chosen to specialize in a Pediatric discipline rather than repaying me with a Geriatric specialty stated, "Pediatrics, Geriatrics, they're about the same". To wit, I learned that my friend's bedtime routine has reverted to his childhood routine of listening to The Lone Ranger on radio at bedtime. Is this our progression in another decade or so to DEPENDS? But, as I digress, has anyone else noticed 6.9's move to congeniality recently as he only disparaged me twice (that I could hear)? To Jim and Tom I offer this encouragement: Ivory stayed after to take infield practice under the tutelage of Evers to learn the finer points of falling down when fielding grounders and throwing out the runners from his knees akin to Evers and Tinker. Well boys, it's Bowie Silver on Wednesday so let's mount a l-o-n-g winning streak. Here's the minutia: Dave didn't slide into third base today on a close play while Drew garnered two wins and Jerry's (Walter Brennan) inside the park homer "almost" shamed me into not requesting pinch runners (Hank, remember to bring the O2 Wednesday as I'll need it to see me through a marathon day). And a final "hats off' to Parkville's first baseman, George (age 88), for another outstanding game (loved the soft-shoe shuffle)!