Sweet, Sweet, MemoriesAuthor: robg | Filed under: Uncategorized
You might think this is just an ordinary baseball. But it isn’t. It was during the summer of 2008 and I was playing a baseball game. It was the Yalesville All-Stars vs. Mcabe Waters All-Stars. My team being the Yalesville All-Stars of course. We were playing in the District five semi-finals. We had already played Mcabe Waters and lost by one. But this time my team was ready and determined to win. We were winning at a point 5-3 but ending up losing the game. Knocking us out of the tournament and crushing our little league world series hopes. My Dad was watching from beyond the outfield fence. (He always watched my baseball games there instead of the bleachers because he hated listening to the parents screaming and yelling so he stood out there for peace and quiet). Before we left that field my Dad found a baseball on the edge of the woods. (Beyond the fence was woods except a little sliver of grass where my Dad was.) He gave me that baseball right before we left that game. So that day I decided to keep that ball and use it to remind me of the last game of baseball I ever played.
On the baseball it says ” The ball my dad found at my last 12 year old baseball game when we got knocked out. 9-6″