This piece makes me reminisce about playing ball in the backyard with my brothers while growing up. All the neighbors knew this was a favorite pastime of ours, and I do recall an occasion or two when the ball was indeed tossed back to us. High fives for hitting it over the fence were rare, however. Whoever hit the ball over was now responsible for retrieving it, so it was often more beneficial as a hitter to keep it on the ground.
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Jeremy hit the ball today
when he and I went out to play.
He hit it, oh, so far away,
a neighbor had to throw it back!
Jeremy hit the ball so hard
it flew into the neighbor’s yard
and caught the other kids off-guard;
they thought it was an air attack!
Jeremy hit the ball again,
above the sun, beyond the wind;
as we watched it soar and slowly spin …
we gave high-fives for his awesome smack!
Brings back great memories. I remember a few years ago my kid and I went to the batting cages and it felt so good to swing a bat again.
I’m jealous — I haven’t been to the batting cages in so many years. Some day soon I’ll need to make a point to do so.