My first baseball game
second grade I believe
recess out on the playground
they didn't use a baseball
it was a soccer sized ball
you whacked at it with the bat
and then you ran
that's what I saw the other kids do
you ran
I didn't know one thing about baseball
I didn't know you were supposed to stop at the base when the ball was being thrown there
and someone called out SAFE!
or OUT!
Mom's Second Big Mistake
having shown me nothing 'bout anything
'cept how to be passive aggressive
so I just kept running
running home
because I didn't know
you know
and the kids thought I was dumb or something
or maybe had a screw loose
'cause next time up I did it again
and they were yelling STOP
but I kept on running
running home
and I didn't look back
And when it came time to bust out of
that little town
years down the line
I ran
and kept on running
running away from home
And I didn't look back
Great story/poem. I can so relate. (except for me it was soccer)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martin...perhaps this type of experience is more common than I'm aware of, as many of us were, or still are, faking it in one way or another :)
DeleteWas involved in a similar game a long time ago and am still running, as running is guuud for you, as it releases Serotonins, which are guuud for you, which replaces eating chocolate, which also release Serotonins, but could be bad for you and give you a headache ... and we wouldn't want that, would we ... Ergo: Run and you will find ... home ... sumtime ... maybe ... smiles. Meouw, cat.
ReplyDeleteI understand that you run whenever you hear a police siren--lol
DeleteInteresting how you timeline it from childhood to youth when we believe we can indeed run away from it all.. and maybe we grow up and learn to face our fears or ourselves, whatever the problem is. Enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteAs Kenny Rogers sang..."you got to know when to walk away, and know when to run."
DeleteSome of us were just not meant for team games or sport - that's one of the reasons we write ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL, Kim...I remember job interviews where they said they were looking for "team players." And I thought, okay, maybe i can fake it :)
Deleteha! mine said they wanted 'leaders'. yeah, as long as they tow the line... how is that leading? leading me on?
DeleteLove this. You are so good at storytelling that is universally understood and reflective without being sentimental.
ReplyDeleteSo appreciated. Thank you!
DeleteI have 2 things in common with this fellow: 1 didn't know squat about sports and 2 ran away and never went back.
ReplyDeleteA kindred spirit...here's the funny thing--I went on to play Little League baseball and the next level after that.
DeleteThe tale is told with your wry humour, but we feel what it is to be that boy, awkward, eager, and also the need to escape the confines of childhoods rules. I loved the way you wrapped it up.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Kerry. Running home...running away from home...sometimes you don't know if you're coming or going!
DeleteOh, I so relate to this. I remember being thrown into a basketball game with NO clue, and running with the ball, and tears in my eyes, towards the opponents' hoop.
ReplyDeleteI hope you knew enough to shoot the ball--lol
DeleteThis has a great symmetry and rhythm to it. Good narrative within and a movement that takes us with it....running and never looking back!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt! Thanks for posting! I enjoyed ;)
Thanks so much for the feedback, Lillian!
DeleteSometimes it's best to know when to run away. Things can get way over your head when you don't know when to run.
ReplyDeleteAnd as in baseball, one must also learn when and where to stop.
DeleteExcellent poem. Very insightful.
ReplyDeleteThank ye kindly.
DeleteHa - I had to smile at this one as I pictured you running home, only to realize you weren't suppose to be running home and the ending twist of running away from home.
ReplyDeleteAll the little ironies of life, eh?
DeleteOooh I love me a good baseball game!! ;)
ReplyDeleteO...kay...
DeleteOh I do love a wonderful childhood memory/story as this -- my Dad used to take me to baseball games in Chicago & St. Louis growing up. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stacie! Sounds like you had a wonderful upbringing.
DeleteA wonderful time... and I think I recognize myself except the fact that we played soccer with a tennisball... and I ran away to play with the girls instead.
ReplyDeleteKinda hard to kick that tennis ball up and down the field--lol
DeleteDon't blame you for finding something more interesting to do!
SMiLes for me
ReplyDeleteat Least in First
Grade it was the
Pelican's little league
team.. surely
left
field
lasts
forever
in boredom
taste.. last
season for me
iN BoRinG Baseball liFe..
anyWay ..thanks for reminding
me of that.. the fearless macho ATF
dad left me with the Apron Strings too..
and much
longer
apParently
than you..;)
Always enjoy it when you come from left field :)
DeleteI like how you use something simple like baseball to explore something much deeper. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYou've put your finger on it. Thanks!
DeleteVery clever turn at the end. One of my favorites of yours!
ReplyDeleteThat's so lovely to hear!
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