For all those employees who ever walked by a pinned photocopy invitation to play company softball, then smirked thinking, “Oh please! Softball isn’t a real sport like hardball,” they’d be sorely mistaken.
When that ball is launched from a scientifically engineered state of the art aluminum bat, and it bounces through a mind field of rocks on a poorly maintained municipal field, on its way to either the pocket of your glove or your eyeliner eyeball, you definitely aren’t thinking, “It’s ok…it’s just a softball.” There isn’t anything soft about it. Plus, it’s twice the size of a baseball.
What…you’re confused about the eyeliner reference? Did I mention it’s a coed softball league? And the requirement is to have at least one female player on the field the entire game.
We had two girls on our team, both starters and full time combatants. And they were pivotal to the success of softball’s version of The Steel Curtain. Continue reading “Husband’s Softball Girlfriend Struggles – Marriage Callemonit”
During the 70’s, growing up in a large Italian American family had some specific guidelines about interacting with the outside world. It was a different time.
Mother would say, “Listen here kids! When you walk out that front door, you are representing the entire family. You will look proper and act proper. You will not disrespect our name, and you will not embarrass me.”
And Dad would add, “Remember, believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And never tell anyone what goes on behind closed doors.”
That was quite bit of pressure for a seven year old heading to the bus stop carrying a Star Wars lunchbox.
But in the family way, you embraced the feeling of belonging and loyalty. Continue reading “Missing When She Had Your Undivided Attention – Marriage Callemonit”
Spring has finally arrived. The crisp overnight air is making way for bright sunshine and singing birds. It’s time to break open the musky bat bag and hit the field. Yes, it’s baseball season all across America, and for beginners, t-ball time.
You are a thirty-two year old mom, happily married, with a little girl and a six year old boy. This will be your first experience as a parent bringing your son to the baseball field and watching him play organized sports. He’s been tossing the ball around the yard since he was four.
Your husband is very athletic and a good teacher. So in addition to throwing, your little guy can catch and hit with ease. Continue reading “Wife’s Baseball Field Flirtation – Marriage Callemonit”