I'll never forget August 8, 1970 . I was pitching on my company's softball team. In the eighth inning we had an eight run lead. The other team's eighth hitter led off. My team committed eight errors and the other team scored eight runs to tie the game. With two outs the eighth hitter came to the plate. He was born February 29, 1942 making him 8 years old. He hit a pop fly a bird grabbed and dropped over the left field fence. It was ruled a home run. We lost the game by one run. Now I fear the number 8.
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Comments: 44
The drabble reminds me of a game my oldest son was in, when he was about EIGHT! We were playing our arch rivals and had a 24 run lead til the last inning. Our boys could not get them out and the other team WON!! My son did some of the pitching so I felt responsible!! We had an outfielder who would watch the ball go by but didn't feel the need to try and GET the ball.
Now I need therapy too after recalling that game!
lost the game anyway!! I 8 this game up!!
it would have eight all the rest of them up . Great job William.
When I was ready for bed last night, I checked the Weather Underground report for today. It said 1 inch of SNOW by morning, but thank heavens they were wrong as usual!
No cloud dandruff here. It is sunny and around 52.