Father’s Day

Tommy Tomlinson

Playoff game, two outs, I’m in left field. The best player in the whole Midget League is at the plate. Runners on second and third. If we get him out, we win. If he gets a hit, we lose. He swings and hits the ball so high it looks like a star. It starts coming down. Right at me.

One of my earliest memories of my dad is him throwing me a baseball. We weren’t having a catch, exactly. I could catch the ball on my glove side, but not backhanded. There was a chain-link fence between our front yard and the kindergarten next door. My dad would throw again and again to my backhand side. I’d miss it, and it would roll to the fence. I’d go get it and throw it back. He’d throw it again. It would roll to the fence.

A lot of times he would…

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2 responses to “Father’s Day

  1. From time to time, I look thru all your postings and wonder how you gather
    and post all this info…Love to follow you though…your old Panama canal
    cruise pal…Dan Q


  2. Good to hear from you Dan. This is what you get to do when you retire! Thanks for the comment ~


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