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Aug 12, 2021 03:54:19   #
plumbob Loc: New Windsor Maryland
 
Does the caption below hit home for anyone?

Remember those little league days. Where we could have sat on the bench and hope for a win so the coach would buy us a soda pop.

Or we could give it our all, get the grass stains from that extra effort and know we did our part.

Now the field has been replaced by the work place.

No grass stains and its only work if you donโ€™t enjoy your job.



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Aug 12, 2021 04:07:02   #
Ronniejw Loc: West Point MS
 
plumbob wrote:
Does the caption below hit home for anyone?

Remember those little league days. Where we could have sat on the bench and hope for a win so the coach would buy us a soda pop.

Or we could give it our all, get the grass stains from that extra effort and know we did our part.

Now the field has been replaced by the work place.

No grass stains and its only work if you donโ€™t enjoy your job.


Good morning Plum, you hit that one on the head.

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Aug 12, 2021 06:04:32   #
OJdidit Loc: Oak Creek Wisconsin
 
Good one PB!

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Aug 12, 2021 06:23:02   #
troyfrd1 Loc: Hampstead,NC
 
Good one that was our Sunday evening go to after church. Those were the days. Now where we used to play is a park and houses around it

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Aug 12, 2021 07:17:48   #
Flytier Loc: Wilmington Delaware
 
troyfrd1 wrote:
Good one that was our Sunday evening go to after church. Those were the days. Now where we used to play is a park and houses around it


Well Troy, at least it's a park, not another strip mall.

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Aug 12, 2021 07:22:24   #
troyfrd1 Loc: Hampstead,NC
 
Flytier wrote:
Well Troy, at least it's a park, not another strip mall.


True and with it being on the coast thereโ€™s a plenty of things to do. This year they put in place paid parking but I am grateful that I can walk or boat my way around the Island because traffic is terrible most times this time of year

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Aug 12, 2021 07:50:51   #
Grizzly 17 Loc: South central Pa
 
Gmorn Plum. That works for some. Little league use to be about fun n learning to play. I don't know about everwhere but many of the coaches in the surrounding area have abandoned that fun game. Cheating belittling kids in front of eveyone. It's about winning at any cost. You could see how that attitude grew in some of the kids as they moved up in age. The team meant nothing. It was all about them n the parrents backed them up. They feel their failure is somebody elses fault. Let's hope some generation gets it right brother. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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Aug 12, 2021 07:57:15   #
flyguy Loc: Lake Onalaska, Sunfish Capitol of the World!
 
plumbob wrote:
Does the caption below hit home for anyone?

Remember those little league days. Where we could have sat on the bench and hope for a win so the coach would buy us a soda pop.

Or we could give it our all, get the grass stains from that extra effort and know we did our part.

Now the field has been replaced by the work place.

No grass stains and its only work if you donโ€™t enjoy your job.




Good mornin', plum.

I had trouble paying ball. I was the only kid around. I would throw the ball up against the barn for the pitch and then throw the ball up on the roof and catch it for the out. If I threw it over the roof it was a home run. I never lost a game.

Thanks, plum.

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Aug 12, 2021 08:05:52   #
bknecht Loc: Northeast pa
 
Good one Plumb, our coach always took us for ice cream win or lose. He was a wonderful guy.

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Aug 12, 2021 08:27:13   #
Grizzly 17 Loc: South central Pa
 
flyguy wrote:
Good mornin', plum.

I had trouble paying ball. I was the only kid around. I would throw the ball up against the barn for the pitch and then throw the ball up on the roof and catch it for the out. If I threw it over the roof it was a home run. I never lost a game.

Thanks, plum.


Flyguy you reminded me of a country music video. Young boy playing ball by himself. I'm the greatest hitter in the would he'd say. Toss the ball in the air swing. Strike one then 2 n 3. Head drops then he looks up. A big smile comes on his face. He shouts wow i never knew i could pitch like that. ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€

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Aug 12, 2021 08:32:15   #
Ivey Loc: South Central Tennessee, Tim's Ford Lake
 
plumbob wrote:
Does the caption below hit home for anyone?

Remember those little league days. Where we could have sat on the bench and hope for a win so the coach would buy us a soda pop.

Or we could give it our all, get the grass stains from that extra effort and know we did our part.

Now the field has been replaced by the work place.

No grass stains and its only work if you donโ€™t enjoy your job.



Remembering, what a joy. Last week I drove thru Huntsville AL. the place of my birth and young life. I drove by the park I lived next to and played ball from minor league up thru Babe Ruth league. Stopped to see how it's faired and did the remembering thing while I was there. It's been revitalized some but the concession stand, where we bought and traded baseball cards was still there and hadn't changed at all, wish I still had just a handful of those cards now. Before every game I'd buy a pack of cards the came with a big stick of gum and we'd go to the dugout and spit just like the major leagues guy we watched on TV. Standing there I remembered going up to that window and buying a snow cone, it seemed a lot higher then, guess I'm a little taller now. Those were good times even the bad hop black eye I got playing short stop makes me smile now. That ball left the stitch marks across my cheek but I did make the play before falling on my but. Or the time I was on the pitchers mound and a hail storm blew thru, it beat us down till we could hustle back into the dugout and I felt for the outfielders. I stood at home plate and rememberd my dad, who was an umpire, calling a third strike that I just knew was a ball. Remembered hitting my first homer there, when that ball cleared the fence I thought I was really grown up. Lots of wins and losses in that park but growing up there was a lot of fun.

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Aug 12, 2021 08:33:11   #
Gordon Loc: Charleston South Carolina
 
flyguy wrote:
Good mornin', plum.

I had trouble paying ball. I was the only kid around. I would throw the ball up against the barn for the pitch and then throw the ball up on the roof and catch it for the out. If I threw it over the roof it was a home run. I never lost a game.

Thanks, plum.


Here you are. Good one plum.

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Aug 12, 2021 08:36:18   #
Gordon Loc: Charleston South Carolina
 
Grizzly 17 wrote:
Flyguy you reminded me of a country music video. Young boy playing ball by himself. I'm the greatest hitter in the would he'd say. Toss the ball in the air swing. Strike one then 2 n 3. Head drops then he looks up. A big smile comes on his face. He shouts wow i never knew i could pitch like that. ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€


https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=the+ball+goes+up+by+kenny+rogers&view=detail&mid=FB0830E6FEF2E3E501D1FB0830E6FEF2E3E501D1&FORM=VIRE0&ru=%2fsearch%3fq%3dthe%2bball%2bgoes%2bup%2bby%2bkenny%2brogers%26form%3dIENTHT%26pc%3dUF02%26mkt%3den-us%26httpsmsn%3d1%26msnews%3d1%26refig%3dd0a060d0e3244637cbaaa7d00ef11412%26sp%3d1%26ghc%3d1%26qs%3dAS%26pq%3dthe%2bball%2bgoes%2bup%26sc%3d3-16%26cvid%3dd0a060d0e3244637cbaaa7d00ef11412

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Aug 12, 2021 08:39:13   #
Gordon Loc: Charleston South Carolina
 
Ivey wrote:
Remembering, what a joy. Last week I drove thru Huntsville AL. the place of my birth and young life. I drove by the park I lived next to and played ball from minor league up thru Babe Ruth league. Stopped to see how it's faired and did the remembering thing while I was there. It's been revitalized some but the concession stand, where we bought and traded baseball cards was still there and hadn't changed at all, wish I still had just a handful of those cards now. Before every game I'd buy a pack of cards the came with a big stick of gum and we'd go to the dugout and spit just like the major leagues guy we watched on TV. Standing there I remembered going up to that window and buying a snow cone, it seemed a lot higher then, guess I'm a little taller now. Those were good times even the bad hop black eye I got playing short stop makes me smile now. That ball left the stitch marks across my cheek but I did make the play before falling on my but. Or the time I was on the pitchers mound and a hail storm blew thru, it beat us down till we could hustle back into the dugout and I felt for the outfielders. I stood at home plate and rememberd my dad, who was an umpire, calling a third strike that I just knew was a ball. Remembered hitting my first homer there, when that ball cleared the fence I thought I was really grown up. Lots of wins and losses in that park but growing up there was a lot of fun.
Remembering, what a joy. Last week I drove thru Hu... (show quote)


Great story Ivey. Thanks for sharing

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Aug 12, 2021 08:50:50   #
Grizzly 17 Loc: South central Pa
 
That's the one Gordon. Do you ever wonder what happened to imagination in kids. When alone or with a couple of friends you could find something to do that didn't require batteries ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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