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.
9 comments:
Hi Laurie! Great post as always...feeling lots of love from that conversation! I actually help out at an international tennis tournament every year but still haven't fully grasped how the game is played.
Thanks for stopping by. I'll be back often :-D
Oh this is funny. Maybe a bit of an eyebrow raiser for people who think "you should respect your grandfather," but in a way, they were on the same playing field (no pun intended) and the grandfather realized it. GOOD FOR HIM. This is great. LOVE YOUR PICTURE.
Neil Simon dialogue at the baseball field! Love this.
I LOVE this post.
In Victor Borge's inflationary language routine it's 'Any two five elevennis?'
I think I was an adult before I had the nerve to talk back to my elders. :-)
Wonderful shot and wonderful post. It sounds like those two love each other.
I like that family.
love the pic by the way!
Thanks, guys!
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