Jeanne Iris is stirring the pot this week & has asked us to write about our favorite summer sport (she wrote about tubing, here). I have always been an unathletic slacker (I think it was in my teenage bylaws & I just never rewrote them), and while I do have memories of playing softball, I wouldn't call it a favorite. And, really, we know what my favorite summer sport is. I was really going to try to not write about it again, but my cranky teenage muse had other ideas. Sorry!
Babe Ruth League
My Mom can’t talk again.
She has screamed her head off
(not literally, but nearly).
I watch you pitch or play third,
wondering how soon I can
get my suicide from the drink stand.
I was pretty darn proud of you –
this is most definitely true –
but I was at the game
to see the other cute guys
(who weren’t my brother),
to drink that suicide,
and to enjoy a speechless
mother at the end of the day.
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Note: A suicide was a squirt of each of the soft drink flavors in the dispenser mixed all together. The ones I remember from my youth were best because they had Cheerwine in them (a cherry flavored soft drink). Yum!
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Mom sounds, um, enthusiastic.
ReplyDeleteNever had a suicide.
When I was younger the only fast food place that had serve-yourself soft drinks was Burger King. I loved it just for the suicides!
ReplyDeleteParents are often more enthusiastic than their children. I think I managed to ruin every possible sport for my son. Ah well.
ReplyDeleteI am guilty of that as well.
ReplyDeleteNow, I just keep my mouth shut and enjoy the sport/s.
I remember Cheer Wine! And who cares about brothers when there are other cute guys around?!! Brings back memories!
ReplyDeletenice...we made sucides too...how cool...and cheer wine yeah we had those...cool poem...with lots of memories...love th chic-a-stics fromt eh concession stand too...
ReplyDeleteNice but I don't know what a "suicide" is. I like the humor in this. Thanks
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