I was wandering around the baseball fields at Arroyo Park the other day. While I was taking pictures of these cool shadows, a kid was playing catch with his grandfather. Their conversation went something like this:
"You've got to throw it harder!" The grandfather said.
"I don't want to practice anymore!" The kid said.
"You're going to keep practicing and that's all there is to it!"
"I'd rather ride my bike!"
"When I was your age, I didn't even have a bike!"
"Yeah," the kid said, "that's probably why you're so mean now!"
The grandfather started laughing. The kid joined in.
"Well," the grandfather said, "you certainly know how to throw a fast ball ... with that smart-aleck mouth of yours."
"If I do," the kid said, "I get it from your side of the family."
I can't help but think with all that volleying, they picked the wrong sport.