Loose balls When I was 11, I was playing softball with my cousins in a field behind our grandparents’ house. I was up to bat. My hair was so long I could almost sit on it. They pitched the ball with such a spin on it that it flew into my hair and just hung their tangled. I screamed, and everyone was on the ground laughing. I yelled, “Don’t just lay there, get it out of my hair!” It took them about 15 minutes to get it out. I wore my hair up to play softball after that. Another time, in my early 20s, I was playing first base. Someone hit the ball, and it was thrown to me. It bounced in front of me and went up the back of my baggy shorts. I had to reach down the back of my shorts to get it off my rear. The worst of it was that a guy I had a crush on was behind me coaching first base. I was embarrassed, but I laughed about it like everyone else. Sharon Hardin, Rutherfordton, Rutherford EMC |
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