Casey, Ahem! Harry At the Bat

Friday night was a grand event here in HS, the ACTS VS. the YMFers in a glorious game of softball. Now my dear husband loves to play softball, but it has been quite a few years since has he played and we all know what a few years can do. Bless his heart, he actually considered not playing at all just to save his reputation. Come Friday night though he was out on the field, new glove in hand, ready to hit at whatever was thrown in his direction. Collin had shown a little concern that Daddy might strike out, so that was weighing heavily on his mind as he stepped up to the plate. It must have been fate that there was a detective there to give some advice, we all know how good they are at figuring things out, and this one must have known what it would take for Harry to hit a home run.

So Harry positioned himself perfectly, ready for the pitch.
He swings the bat with all the power he can muster.
The ball flies into the sky and over the fence, Harry runs the bases with the ease of a deer running across the interstate.

Older men stood in awe of what had happened, they talked of it long into the night.


Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in HS, Oh yes there is, Mighty Harry did not strike out.