No worries. I have enough experiences tucked away to keep them entertained for... well, longer than they would care to imagine, I’m sure... and I try awfully hard not to recycle anecdotes. Even I have that much compassion.
One particular story — that’s right, now we’re getting down to it — emerges from the memory banks any time a perfect game is thrown or more precisely, nearly thrown, as the case with Darvish.
No reverie-panic, readers — I only have a small amount of space left, and there’s no telegraphed message we’re awaiting.
A pony league postseason tourney found our all-star team in a Decatur-based tournament (a semi-significant adventure for young ball players during the 60’s). This writer was facing what I hoped would be the final batter in a game where our defense, and my curve ball had both been extremely effective against the host team of the tournament.
After we had dispatched all 20 of the previous batters, No. 21 hit a weak grounder to our second baseman. Easily handled and well thrown to first, panic set in on our poor first baseman, who dropped the ball, as well as any happy ending to the re-tellings of this particular story.
Yes, it was “just pony league” (and you just got the short version of the story), but for a brief moment, I had just an inkling... it was hurtful, even at that age.
I look forward to a season — several seasons — of Yu Darvish starts. I think we will see the feat from him before he’s through.
Oh yeah, and I’d like to think Lincoln really did tell that story.