December 17, 2012 by meximo70
When i was a boy, living in upstate New York; my dad took me to a baseball game. It was the New York Yankees and they were playing against the Minnesota Twins. Dad was a Minnesota fan because he was from Minnesota.
When we moved to Minnesota, i got to go to a few more Twins games. I used to love the atmosphere of a baseball game. The sites, the sounds and the smells.
But i never played. Dad tried to get me into little league, but i hated it. When i was a teenager i became a fan of “mailbox baseball”.
Driving down those dirt roads, standing in the back of my friend’s pick up truck. Swing batta batta swing! BLAM! utility bills and sweepstakes flyers scattered to the four winds! Oh, the exhilaration of it! the feel of the dusty breeze in the face as you wound up that Louisville for your next hit!
Now I stand here. 20 some odd years later. The Twins made it to the world series twice since then. maybe more, i lost count after they went on strike. I do like watching a Yankees game. Here in front of me, i crack a smile. Because lying at the curb of my driveway, is the crumpled remains of my mailbox. If there was anything in it…well, it’s probably floating on the four winds and half way across Iowa by now.
sigh. so this is how it feels to be on the other end?