My cousin Paul, from England, came to
visit my sister and I a few weeks ago.
One morning, I brought him and his wife
Amanda to the local softball diamond to watch a game from the over
60's league. They had never seen a softball game before. I
explained the rules and answered their questions. They seemed to
enjoy themselves.
When we got home, I showed Paul my
softball equipment. We played a little catch. Then I let him try my
bat. I tossed a few slow pitches to him.
He couldn't hit the ball at first. So
we kept trying.
Finally, he hit the ball. It went
flying and hit the neighbour's house. Paul went running to hide. I
went running to pick up the ball.
What bad little boys!
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