Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, October 4, 2012 at 11:08 AM.

I jumped around a lot more and probably seemed a little more concerned with winning.  I probably was.

That first season, my team didn’t lose a game.  They probably don’t remember that; they were 5 and 6 years old.  Why did we even keep score?

What I remembered most about that first year was a little boy named David.  I handed out the uniforms at the practice before the first game.  The little boys showed up on Saturday morning ready to play.  As David walked up to the field for that first game, he looked a little different than the rest of the boys.

David had on blue jeans and tennis shoes with his little jersey and hat.  What was different?  David had torn the sleeves out of his jersey.  It made sense to the little boy.  After I thought about it; it made sense to me.  All of David’s shirts had the sleeves torn out of them.

I just laughed and watched him.

He was a one man wrecking crew.  He caught everything hit to him and hit every ball to the fence.  He was a “ringer.”  I never saw his parents that season; he always rode with a neighbor and never missed a game.  I never saw David again after that season, but I would give anything to have that little sleeveless t-shirt with a number on it for my wall.

I will always remember my “first David.”



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