Okay. So there was no apple pie or Chevrolet, but my friend Renee was there. She and I also go way back as co-workers in my former life. Though we only live around the corner from each other, our visits are often few and far between.
The Little League ballpark is just a hop, skip and jump away from home as well, and for years I’ve been meaning to wander down and watch a game. It’s only taken me 17 years to do so, but it’s much more interesting when someone you know is playing.
Renee’s son Michael will be a high school junior next year and on a team in the Senior division of the league. When I found out he would be swinging the bat, it warranted a jaunt to the corner to take in the action, grab a couple of hot dogs, and catch up with Renee. Michael did an awesome job and managed a base hit; his team ultimately won the game 5-3.
A great way to spend a summer Friday night!
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Reminds me of when Uncle Norm and I got butt splinters watching game after game at Northern Little League. Some of the best times of our life!!!!
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