Thursday, March 28, 2019

Fielder's choice - 3.28 #sol19 Story Challenge

It's opening day for professional baseball, and that reminds me of a story.

I'm in high school, undersized and un-athletic, yet required to play sports as part of the program. So, I'm part of a baseball team -- the third team of three my school offers. The coach is leading fielding practice, hitting ground balls to each position. I'm at second base because it requires the shortest throw over to first. The ball I remember coming my way is hit hard. It's in the air rather than skittering along the ground, but I can see it's going to bounce just in front of me: the one-hopper I've heard so many radio and TV announcers ruefully name. I'm already positioned in front of the ball and crouched with my glove grazing the grass, ready to vacuum up what should be rolling its way. This stance, though, is less than ideal when the ball ricochets up and over my right shoulder. Reflexively, my right-hand shoots out; the ball slaps it, then sticks. ("Bare-hander!" I hear the imaginary announcer call.) My eyes and mouth both make wide, incredulous circles as I throw to first. I look down at my stinging right hand to see arcing welts, redder than the seams on an actual baseball. In my memory, they don't hurt at all.


6 comments:

  1. What a fun memory. Your descriptions are intricately comical! This made me smile. The imaginary announcer is a very nice addition!!

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  2. ?tsrif no s'uH.
    !dnuora lla sguH

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  3. I saw how you made the slice into a baseball ⚾️ nice. Nothing is sweeter than unexpected success abundantly realized.

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  4. I love when the underdog wins. I figured you'd catch it (or get hit in the groin) but I didn't anticipate a bare-hander.

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  5. I love this story! Your baseball moment of glory! You can tell this to your children and grandchildren! And I love how you adapted the slice image to reflect it!

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