The Boys Of Spring

The clock on the dresser is reading 10:15 a.m. and I am running late.  My buddies at the park are going to be displeased with me, I am not there, and even if I do make it now, I am going to be picked last.

Man, I hate it when they pick me last.  No one ever wants to be picked last, you want to go over to the other side first.  I am running late, and I just know, I have to get it in gear.

Mom has a regiment for me, clean your room on Saturday and you “do it right mister” or you are not going anywhere … period.  I have to dust it, change out the sheets, take the dirty clothes out to the garage and dump them in the hamper and then it is time for the dreaded inspection.

She will enter the room like a seasoned Marine drill instructor, sans white glove, and she will inspect the room for all the things a young lad misses when he is trying his level best to do a mediocre job and get the ____ outta there.

Five minutes later, I am passed with flyin colors and I grab a hastily made PBJ (Peanut Butter and Jelly) out of the kitchen, grab my bike and head for the park.

On Saturday we all meet and in the spring, we play baseball at the park, shaggin fly’s on the well manicured grass in the shade of huge Eucalyptus trees.  On some days, we skip lunch completely and play into the shank of the evening, as the sun slowly sets in the west, you can often hear the crack of the bat, and one more call of … “I got it!  I got it!”

A loose knit tribe who share a common bond and slap a little leather in the early months of spring.

A big part of my youth was consumed by baseball and often I think back on it all, and I feel a little remorse for it in my heart.  Those days when all of were lined up and told to sit with our backs to bleachers while the coaches went over our names and decided who was going to be a Tiger and who was not.

I always wanted to pitch but they made me a catcher because I was the only one who did not blink when the batter swung on the ball and I could catch it.  Story of my life, overqualified for the position but one more time.

Never could hit a curve or a slider, and I only hit one home run that I can remember, but they were still good days in my life.  Little League and having my own uniform was okay.  But I have to admit, the days I remember the most, were the days at Sorenson Park on Saturday knocking around with my buddies and no one was keeping score.

Those were the best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “The Boys Of Spring

  1. Sorenson Park ! Does that ever bring back memories ! Playing “sandlot” baseball was the “thang” of the day there, and even better when it used to rain, the same bunch of guys would play “touch” football, slippin’ and slidin’ all over the grass creating tidal waves in the huge puddles that collected in various spots !
    I used to think I had a good enough arm, so it did not matter which team I played on, I’d play 3rd base or shortstop. When I finally made it to Little League for 12-14 year olds I think, had to bail out ’cause I never did learn how to hit a curve ball. In later years while in the USAF, my squadron the 307 F.M.S. were fortunate enough to play The King and His Court in fast pitch softball. Eddy Feigner (sp) only had himself, a catcher, and a roving outfielder then and they used to beat everybody they played ! That day however, we beat them 1 to 0, ’cause he hit two batters and the next guy punched the ball into right field scoring the only run. Man ! Those were the days !

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    • Our touch football was a thing called “Stomp Ball” and it was a hoot, as you say, on rainy days a real kick in the pants. You toss the ball into the air, whoever caught it was “it” could not pass it off and had to escape the mob that encircled him and took him down.

      Lot of fun and every now and then, some pain.

      Don

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  2. geez haywards own sorenson park the big metal slide all waxed with dixie cups stolen from some moms stash man that made it fast!

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    • That was a neat little park, always in good shape, and a fun, safe place for a kid. By those standards it was a lot better than I imagine it to be today, which I understand, is not all that great. Back in those days, everything was taken care of, and well maintained.

      Thanks for your reply,

      DS

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  3. This was great reading and memories. Thanks for the awesome memories.

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  4. I have to enter a correction here on my story of the King and His Court. I forgot that he had FOUR players, and I left out the “roving” shortstop/second baseman. After Eddie hit the two players, the next batter was a right hander, so the guy switched over to the third base side to protect, but our guy pushed the ball into right field scoring the one and only run !

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