When I played pee-wee baseball, we had under-hand pitching from our coaches. Six strikes, no balls, and as many foul pops that you could hit. You got your t-shirts and cap with the corresponding logo of the team you played for, always named after a real major league team. That’s the only thing that hasn’t changed since my godson has started pee-wee. Now they’re pitched to by a machine that is fed by the coach. Seven pitches, and if you don’t get a hit after those seven balls, you’re called out. Maximum of five runs by the team up to bat if three outs are not reached before then. Amazing how things change, but more so, I want to go back and use that pitching machine!!
Other news coming out of Mt. Pleasant today that made me chuckle. KILJ-AM is missing from the airwaves as of this afternoon. As with all tower sites, there comes a time that you need to mow the grass around them. As the tractor made the rounds, he struck one of the guy wires. That’s bad. What’s worse, it snapped. The person driving the tractor is fine. The 150-foot tower isn’t. In fact, it’s lying on the ground somewhere just outside of town. It’s not something that happens often, but holy crap when it does. It will probably be a month or two before everything gets put back together right.
I’ve had bad days, but stories like that make those days not look so bad.