MEMORIES
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Memories
Little league battles are very real. In small towns all over the United States the standings of the local teams are known to everyone—especially the names of those winning and their backers.
Parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters faithfully attend each game and fervently watch as the boys learn to 'play the game.'
Little League pitchers are not expected to be world class, in fact, the batters would hit more times if the balls would come over the plate more often. The rule that makes a batter out if he steps over the home plate to reach a ball on the far right of the plate prevents hits also.
One afternoon, after much effort by the pitcher, a fast ball came across the plate hitting an eager batter, who, in his anticipation, had leaned a little too far over the home plate. In his mind's eye he saw his first home run.
However, both he and the pitcher miscalculated and the aspiring batter was hit. Either the surprise that his mighty swing had missed the ball or the wild ball knocked him down. To the horror of all he fell and just lay there.
Each member of the up-to-bat team held his breath and his base.
Coaches from both teams gathered around the doubled-up Batter. Somehow, the earnestly pitched ball had hit—and bounced off—the batter's protective helmet, still he was hurt!
Tension rose as high as the prayers of the spectators on both sides of the playing field.
After one of those minute-centuries the wounded but game batter, manfully played his lead role in this drama. He limped and hopped to first base.
Above the cheers and buzz of the spectators' gratitude a four year old expressed her feelings as she shouted:"Hey pitcher, cut that out! That's my brother!"