Those Thrilling Days of Yesteryear Traditional Cache

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Hidden : 3/1/2017
Difficulty:
1.5 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Geocache Description:


To be perfectly candid, I didn't have many thrilling days of yesteryear, but one that I did have was here.

As a boy I was short, scrawny and entirely lacking in anything resembling athletic ability. Two of those things are no longer true. Determining which one is still true is left as an exercise for the student.

We were playing work-up right here. This beacon was in foul territory, but only a few feet from third base. Home plate was near the tree close to West Nokomis Parkway. We sometimes used that tree as a backstop in lieu of a catcher if we were shorthanded. In those days there were no bushes in the outfield.

I was up to bat. The crowd fell silent. The pitcher went into his wind-up. Whoosh, he threw the ball right down the pipe, daring me to hit it. The Las Vegas betting odds were that the Holy Wimp would go down swinging. Swinging, yes; but go down nonetheless. Ah, but this time was different. I took a mighty swing and parked the ball on Edgewater Boulevard.

Now, take a look around you. Consider the distance from the tree near our home plate to Edgewater. What kind of pathetic schmuck would remember a hit like that nearly sixty years later? Me, I'm the schmuck. I'm the pitiful excuse for an athlete that never connected with the ball like that before and, to my utter humiliation, never did again. When you're as lousy an athlete as I am, you simply have to hold on to what you've got.

Isn't there a song like that?

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