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Show )PET PEEVE Cp? TO. Scott ?rf) THE oldest son is playing Little League baseball. In four games he had but one hit. So, I took him home and we had a practice session ses-sion in the backyard. At the next game, with two men on, he comes up to bat. A hit would drive in the winning run. There I sit, nervous as an old hen and keeping my fingers crossed, when this fellow In front of me says, "Too bad, That kid hasn't had a hit yet. He should still be playing with dolls." With difficulty I kept a check on my temper. "Why you stupid ape," says I, "it isn't going to help the kid by making remarks like that when he can hear you." "Who's stupid, stupid," says he. "You are, you ape," says I. With that he hit me in the eye. I banged him on the nose. We then sat down before the cop who was crossing the field could reach us. He broke the sullen silence that followed by snarling, "Five bucks will get you ten he doesn't get a hit." "Done," says L "Put up your money." The oldest son just then let a strike split the plate without taking the bat off his shoulders. "Dolls", sneered the guy in front of me. The next pitch was shoulder high and a little outside, but the oldest son swung. He put his body weight behind that swing. There was a sharp crack and the ball went over the centerfielder's head. It was a home run in any Little League park. "Pay up," says I to the guy In front of me. He turned and held out the ten spot. "Not bad at all," he said. "Who Is that kid?" "That," says L "Is my boy." |