Mom use to get a little upset at dad sometimes because she thought he wasn’t interacting with us kids enough. So one day she says to him Jim you never do anything with the kids anymore, why don’t you take them out in the backyard and toss the ball back and forth! Well dad relented and said come on Jimmy grab the ball and you’re baseball glove, I’m going to teach you how to be a baseball pitcher! So we go outside in the backyard and he’s telling me about knuckle balls sliders and curve balls and such. He shows me how to hold the ball as you throw it. He demonstrates to me how to throw a pitch or two. Finally it’s my turn. I step up to the determend pitching spot in the backyard. My dad squats down like a catcher and gets ready to catch and return the ball. I do the wind up and I let one fly. I send the ball whizzing down field toward my dad. The ball hits the ground just in front of him. The ball takes a bad hop just missing his glove by a hair. The ball hits him Right Square in the nuts, right in the dangling doodads! After he recovered he packed us kids up in the car and took us out (BEST) a department store in Ann Arbor where he proceeded to buy me a catcher’s mitt a nut protector a catcher’s mask a padded chest & torso protector and a pair of hard plastic shin guards. He says to me you’re going be a catcher! I never really fully understood why he did that. I mean I wasn’t on a little league baseball team or anything. Anyway we got home and I had fun playing the equipment and stuff. I eventually wound up trading the stuff to the neighbor kid.
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