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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

LITTLE LEAGUE PRACTICE

 
            I HAD GONE TO LITTLE LEAGUE PRACTICE
            AND THE COACH WAS HITTING FLY BALLS
            TWO ASPIRING TEAM MATES AND ME
            HAD OUR BACKS TO THE BRICK SCHOOL WALL

            TRYING TO CATCH A HIGH FLY BALL
            IT WAS SOMETHING I COULDN’T DO WELL
            FIGURING OUT JUST WHERE TO STAND
            WAS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO TELL

            THE COACH HIT ONE TO THE BOY NEAR ME
            AND I TURNED TO WATCH HIM CATCH IT
            UNBEKNOWNST TO ME A BALL CAME MY WAY
            I TURNED BACK TO THE COACH WHEN IT HIT

            INSTEAD OF A FLY HE HAD HIT A LINE DRIVE
            IT HIT ME HARD, RIGHT ON THE JAW
            DOWN IT KNOCKED ME, FLAT ON MY BACK
            TO MY FACE MY FINGERS INSTANTLY CLAWED

            THE COACH, CONCERNED, CAME RUNNING
            BUT BY THIS TIME IT HAD BEGUN TO SWELL
            A GOOSE EGG THE SIZE OF A GOLF BALL
            I WAS DIZZY AND I DIDN’T FEEL VERY WELL

            ICE FROM A COOLER, HE MADE A WRAP
            PRESSED IT AGAINST MY SWOLLEN FACE
            HE PROPPED ME UP AGAINST A TREE
            IT SUPPORTED ME, IT WAS A SHADY BRACE

            THIS HAPPENED MANY YEARS AGO
            LONG BEFORE CELL PHONES WERE INVENTED
            I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL MY FATHER CAME
            TO GO HOME, USE ICE PACKS AS INTENDED

            WHILE RECUPERATING I DISCOVERED BOOKS
            I DECIDED THAT SPORTS WASN’T FOR ME
            I COULD READ ABOUT ALL MY SPORTS HEROES
            AND NOT HAVE A GOOSE EGG FOR ALL TO SEE!

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