The game was on the line, bases loaded,
the crowd was cheering, and a little girl was crying.
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What?
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I was standing in the third base coach's
box waiting on the next hit when I heard a girl crying from behind me.
As I turned around, I noticed the left fielder in terror, crying her heart
out. I called "time", walked out to see what was the matter.
"They're going to bite me", she sobbed. "What?" I asked.
"Them" The only thing I could see was a swarm of mosquito hawks
(dragonflies) all around her. She was deathly afraid of them.
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She was removed - carried from the field
- and the game progressed.
"MY FIRST HOMERUN"
There's once was a player who never seemed
to get a hit all season then in a big game gets her first "real"
hit - a bases loaded, over the left field fence grand-slam home run. It
became the highlight of her career.
WHERE MY FRIENDS ARE
I always liked the story of a you T-baller,
a beginning player who after batting went over and sat in the other team's
dugout "because her friend was on that team."