Baseball

Whenever I “retire” I want to throw rolls at Lambert’s Café. I was about 10-years old the first time my family went to Lambert’s, the original one in Sikeston, Missouri. I remember watching Norman Lambert push pans of rolls around the ...
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“Don’t play ball inside!” I probably should have a t-shirt with that motto on it. Over the years, with good reason, numerous adults have said those words to me. I’ve broken that rule and, as a result, broken various household items. I ...
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An Ode to Spring Training Blue skies and sunscreen and the cracking of bats Autograph hounds, the breaking in of new hats Pop-pop-popping of gloves and smiles for days Wide-eyed rookies learn to follow the veterans’ ways Hope-filled dreams ...
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At church, Lael sent her people (Josh of Day #16) to talk with my people to coordinate calendars for a game of catch. Today was that day. I was supposed to play catch with Lael while my daughter got her ears lowered, but the heavens opened ...
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Sundays are for doubleheaders. Harper greeted me with glove and bagels in hand at church this morning and I saw him lick his glove. “There was cream cheese on it.” No judgment from me. During my playing days, I chewed on every lace on my ...
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