CHAPTER THREE


TERROR IN THE OUTFIELD


The game was on the line, bases loaded, the crowd was cheering, and a little girl was crying.
What?
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.
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."

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