Monday, October 29, 2012

October 29 – “Lassie League”


I went to a Lassie League game yesterday.  For the uninformed as to the ways of the diamond around Galveston, that is girls’ softball.  In this particular game the girls were maybe five or six years old.  I couldn’t tell.  But in the way of a baseball reporter I decided to transcribe the actions of the little girl I went to watch.  What she did was absolutely typical of just about every other little girl on the field, so it turned out to a pretty good picture of the entire ball game.  So, here goes …

First you must prepare the dirt around you.  That takes quite a bit of grooming skill, you see, as well as intensely focused concentration on the task at hand to the exclusion of all other, less significant items such as minor details like, oh, say, the softball game going on around you.  First you carefully scrape the dirt, first with your left foot, then your right.  I suppose it would be the other way around if you were left-handed, but I made no direct observations of southpaws.  Once the dirt is smoothed, the next step is to bend over at the waist, being careful not to bend at the knees.  Completely straight knees appeared to be essential to the effectiveness of the next operation, placing your glove flat on the ground in case the ball should roll directly into it.  And once the glove is in position you must be ever-diligent, watching that receptacle to make sure it doesn’t somehow escape your clutches.  Of course due diligence means keeping a close watch on the dirt about six inches to either side of the glove, with an occasional check completely behind you.  Can’t have anything sneaking up on you from that direction.  In the grand scheme of things, about every fifth or sixth pitch thrown, it is also a good idea to glance forward.  Once your position has been solidified thusly, it is safe to get in a little practice on taking giant steps for your next game of “Mother, May I.”  Of course it is crucial that any such practice be done with your back to the batter.  You wouldn’t want to give away any trade secrets.

All of this preparatory work is exhausting, to be sure, so the occasional yawn is certainly warranted.  Even taking a brief respite by easing down on one knee would appear to be within the scope of the good defender.  On occasion you might detect a distant communication from one of those older guys over near where Mommy and Daddy are sitting, then standing, then sitting, watching you.  Better wave to them.  They probably need the encouragement.  And in response to that call from the coach to chatter, how about one long, never-ending “Aaaaaaaaahh, batter, batter, batter,” whatever that means?  At some point you realize that you have wandered from your original spot, because the dirt just doesn’t look right.  The only way to get an accurate measurement of your proper location is to employ some geometric calculations, and that of course requires drawing some lines in the dirt.  Fortunately you are wearing those very cool shoes your Mom bought for you, the ones with the built-in sticks on the bottom for digging lines clearly.  That accomplished, you must do the high-level math, and sometimes that takes more than just your fingers.  So it might be necessary to have a seat in anticipation of taking off your shoes to get access to a few more digits.  While you are down there, you might as well check for wind direction by picking up some dirt and slowly releasing it to see in which direction it is carried.  Sadly, reaching a final conclusion to the mathematical puzzle before you proves futile, for everyone with the same color shirt as yours has disappeared from the field, and you hear your name being called.  Checking first for Mom or Dad, you then turn your attention to the bench.  Oh, there they are.  It must be time to join them.  Walk slowly to the sidelines.  If you are not mistaken, it must be time for your team to bat, and that means you get to do some of those chants.  Hmm.  “Let’s go, Kenzie, let’s go …”

Psalms 36:8-9 says, “They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights.  For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light.”

Father, keep those little girls safe as they learn a great game.  Amen.

 

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