Saturday, June 22, 2013
A Family of Morons
One day my cousin visited us for the single purpose of seeing me play baseball. By then I was a high school star center fielder and was developing a modest following. The game was played and no sign of my cousin. Being a laugher, Coach Ralph pulled the regulars from the game and on the bench I was seething. Suddenly, my teammates were pointing at two figures coming up the hill to the game. My dad and my cousin had finally shown. I asked my cousin what could have possibly made him miss the one time in his life to see me on the field. “Your dad wanted to show me how he bowled.” There was nothing else to say. It was a family of morons.
Posted by Steve Tarde at 4:05 AM