A Day at the Ball Park

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                                       ONE DAY AT THE BALL PARK



         Sam took a bite of his hot dog and complained, “This has gone far enough!  Why don’t they take him out?”



         Ben agreed.  “Cawley sure don’t have his stuff today!  It’s time to get him out of there before he does any more damage.”



         Ernie chimed in.  “Four more  balls in a row!  What’s he trying to do?”



         Sam finished his hot dog and took a drink of his beer.  “Well, if he’s trying to get guys out it ain’t working.  Ball three!  He’s about to load them up.”



         As Sam spoke, Wilson began the walk from dugout to mound.  “It’s about time,” Ernie muttered.



         Manager, catcher and the hapless Cawley stood talking it over.  “Now what are they doing?” Ben asked.



         “Giving Stu a little longer to get ready,” Sam said. tearing open a  candy bar.



         An umpire headed for the mound. Wilson took the ball from Cawley who started the long, long walk from mound to dugout, head down and sorry.



         “Let’s hope Stu has something going for us today.” Sam said with his mouth full.



         The sun was hot. There was that peculiar smell of dry trampled grass.  The crowd was a little quiet with the home team down by two and two on and nobody out and the count at three and oh.  But it was baseball!  It wasn’t over yet.  Where would you rather be on a day like this? Sam looked up and hollered at the hot dog guy.  “Over here!”