Up the hill next to the
field is a house with an
inviting window just out
of range of our size batters
even on our best days.
Who will be first?
That’s why we had a fungo
contest with a crash being
the ultimate prize.
Finally we moved from home
plate to third base.
And it happened by one
of us.
I won’t say who.
Usually only the American
Legion team batters could
come anywhere close.
Parental pride replaced
the window and saved ball.
Full story not disclosed
until much later family
reunion.
Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine
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