I want.to understand cricket! Growing up in LA, I.enjoyed going to Dodger games with my Dad. He taught me how to lkeep a tally on a small piece.of paper of all the plays of the game. In LA it was quite unusual.to have a rain delay. I would say baseball is my favorite sport to watch
Nothing like a warm.summer evening,at the ballpark enjoying peanuts and beer.(Beer as an adult) Baseballs are also nasty flying objects. As the eldest daughter in the family of no boys my dad would take me out on.our lawn and pitch baseballs trying to teach me how to become an ace at bat.
I.took only one time for him.to.oitch the hard, hitting my thumb against the bat. OUCH...That ended my baseball career. It really stung and my nail turned black and blue and fell off. Quite traumatizing. You story brought up these lovely memories. I married Mr. Dodgers Baseball. Not an evening passes during the season that my husband isn't glued to the set for each Dodger game.
Thanks for the memories, Karen, they're really sweet (apart from the thumb part). Please don't ask me to explain the rules of cricket, though - I once tried when I was quite drunk and it was actually easier than if I'd been sober but it still didn't work. Next time I have a British male in town, I'll send him your way. My warmest to Mr. Dodgers Baseball ...
When I was five, a cricket ball that I threw up in the air, came cannon-balling down to earth and walloped me on the head...... it hurt! Dad was in his whites on the village cricket field and we were under a huge oak tree waiting for him to finish. Those were the days in Kent when children had to drink their lemonade from a bottle with a straw outside in the pub garden.......only parents got to go inside.....
Ouch, Sheena! They really are lethal objects - a friend's father once took one in the mouth and it was not pretty. And I remember us children sitting in pub gardens too while the adults went in to take our orders - five of our crowd and four of our cousins, we'd each order a different variety of lemonade or Coca-Cola and we'd all change our minds at the last minute, it used to drive our parents crazy!
Blissful moments of summer enjoyment. And I'm not even a cricket fan! But I got it, I got it. I also loved the way you wrote about the pursuits of a bookworm, a house colonizer, a liberated sister! Thank you, Gabrielle. Mary
I enjoy your writing so much!
What a lovely note! Thank you so much, Karen, I'm so pleased you enjoy it. Hoping all is well with you ...
I want.to understand cricket! Growing up in LA, I.enjoyed going to Dodger games with my Dad. He taught me how to lkeep a tally on a small piece.of paper of all the plays of the game. In LA it was quite unusual.to have a rain delay. I would say baseball is my favorite sport to watch
Nothing like a warm.summer evening,at the ballpark enjoying peanuts and beer.(Beer as an adult) Baseballs are also nasty flying objects. As the eldest daughter in the family of no boys my dad would take me out on.our lawn and pitch baseballs trying to teach me how to become an ace at bat.
I.took only one time for him.to.oitch the hard, hitting my thumb against the bat. OUCH...That ended my baseball career. It really stung and my nail turned black and blue and fell off. Quite traumatizing. You story brought up these lovely memories. I married Mr. Dodgers Baseball. Not an evening passes during the season that my husband isn't glued to the set for each Dodger game.
Thanks for the memories, Karen, they're really sweet (apart from the thumb part). Please don't ask me to explain the rules of cricket, though - I once tried when I was quite drunk and it was actually easier than if I'd been sober but it still didn't work. Next time I have a British male in town, I'll send him your way. My warmest to Mr. Dodgers Baseball ...
When I was five, a cricket ball that I threw up in the air, came cannon-balling down to earth and walloped me on the head...... it hurt! Dad was in his whites on the village cricket field and we were under a huge oak tree waiting for him to finish. Those were the days in Kent when children had to drink their lemonade from a bottle with a straw outside in the pub garden.......only parents got to go inside.....
Ouch, Sheena! They really are lethal objects - a friend's father once took one in the mouth and it was not pretty. And I remember us children sitting in pub gardens too while the adults went in to take our orders - five of our crowd and four of our cousins, we'd each order a different variety of lemonade or Coca-Cola and we'd all change our minds at the last minute, it used to drive our parents crazy!
Blissful moments of summer enjoyment. And I'm not even a cricket fan! But I got it, I got it. I also loved the way you wrote about the pursuits of a bookworm, a house colonizer, a liberated sister! Thank you, Gabrielle. Mary
Thank you, Mary, I'm glad you enjoyed it!