Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Baseball in the Grass

n my backyard there was so much grass it could cover 3 acres or more. My brother took hours to mow it while I sat on the riverbank under the white oak tree watching. He’d mow in the shape of a baseball diamond first − even though he wasn’t supposed to, my mom didn’t like that. She said it would ruin the grass. He did it because entertaining me was the only entertainment he had when he was doing that. Then he would STOP.

He’d play baseball in the grass. By himself he would act out an entire baseball game for me. He’d be Babe Ruth and Yogi Berra and all of these baseball names I’d only heard of because he was 15 and knew such things, and I was only 7.

His tale would get bigger and bigger each time he mowed that grass. I swear that Babe Ruth made the Hall of Fame 44 times that summer by my brother’s telling alone. He went there via super fly balls over the O’Malley’s House and once through Rose and Elmer’s broken garage door.

It was a good thing my brother was only telling the story and acting it out for me. Most times he used props he ended up in the Emergency Room. That inevitably meant stitches for sure.

All this time I thought I got all of my stories from my dad. Now I think I might have had one other source.

Did I tell you how Babe hit the flyer that sailed into Mrs. Capitani’s bedroom window when she was dressing? Now there’s a story that’s unforgettable.

−me strauss Letting me be.

4 comments:

Janus Torrell said...

It was even less forgetable for Mrs. Capitani. My brother and sister used to tell me alot of interesting stories when I was a kid. Few years of therapy, and I might get over them. :) A nice Reading you got here Liz.

Dawn said...

What a great story for a summer day!

Right now, the early morning sky is putting on a show for me -- cyan background with tangerine clouds. And in my mind I hear a story . . .

ME Strauss said...

Hi Janus,
It's nice to be hearing about your brother again, Jaunus. Storytelling between sibling is an artform that is glorious. Thanks for sharing this one with me. I doubt Mrs. Capitani know that she was the star of our story. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dawn,
I'm looking at the sky over the lake. It's filled with such lovely color. It is a nice backdrop for a story. Maybe I'll write another one.