SUNDAY DECEMBER 7, 1941
ON THAT SUNDAY MORNING IN MAXWELL, PA. THERE WAS A BASEBALL GAME BEING PLAYED. AND FOR YOUNG BOYS AT THAT TIME AFTER A LONG WEEK OF SCHOOL AND CHORES, A BASEBALL GAME WAS VERY IMPORTANT. AND FOR THAT PARTICULAR 12 YEAR OLD IT WAS A VERY IMPORTANT GAME BECAUSE HE LOVED BASEBALL AND HE WAS ALSO VERY COMPETITIVE. AS WORD OF THAT INFAMOUS DAY CAME TO THE BOYS PLAYING THAT BALLGAME, SLOWLY, ONE, THEN ANOTHER, LEFT TO GO HOME. FINALLY, AFTER SOME TIME, THERE WERE NOT ENOUGH BOYS LEFT TO CONTINUE THE BALLGAME AND EVEN THAT PARTICULAR 12 YEAR OLD HAD TO GO HOME.
MANY YEARS LATER, ANOTHER BOY, 10 YEARS OLD, WHO ALSO LOVED PLAYING BASEBALL AND ALSO WAS VERY COMPETITIVE, WAS VERY UPSET BECAUSE HIS DAD TOOK HIM OUT OF THE GAME BECAUSE HE WAS PITCHING POORLY. THOUGH I CAN'T REMEMBER THAT WELL, I MUST HAVE BEEN HIGHLY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF BECAUSE IT WAS A CLOSE GAME, WE WERE BEHIND, AND I LET EVERYBODY DOWN. WHAT I DIDN'T REALIZE THOUGH, WAS BY MY DAD TAKING ME OUT OF THE GAME AT THAT POINT, I WAS LATER ABLE TO PINCH HIT. AGAIN I CAN'T QUITE REMEMBER THE DETAILS, MAYBE I HAVE LAWSUIT DAMAGES, BUT I DID GET A HIT AND I'M TOLD I MADE A DIFFERENCE AND WE WON. OR MAYBE I SHOULD SAY MY DAD MADE THE DIFFERENCE.
IN ANY CASE, ON TELLING THESE STORIES MANY YEARS LATER STILL, AND REFERRING TO THE BASEBALL GAME ON SUNDAY DECEMBER 7, 1941, THE LAST THING HE SAID WAS '' BUT THE GAME WASN'T OVER''. INDEED!
