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My father sure put a stop to me throwing rocks. Eventually as I got older the throwing rocks thing got old as he and I started throwing baseballs or should I say softballs back and forth to keep me out of trouble. With his other arm of course. Now normally this is usually done with a father and son but in this case he had a daughter and he had to make due. My father didn’t care. He saw my potential even though he was still bitter about his lost opportunity years ago and eventually I started really enjoying the game so I joined my high school softball team playing first base and managed to get myself on any other team besides my school team that I could join including a league that had been started by a few fellow employees at my first job which includes my favorite people… senior citizens. I worked at a assisted living home and they had organized a league for fun for their residents. I’ve always had a way with the older generation and my sparkly girl next door and “you remind me of my grandaughter” personality won them over and they insisted I join the games. So I did.

The Beginning

Where do I start. Well, when I was 12 years old my father told me one day about how he almost made it to the big leagues. That's baseball were talking about. His dream was to play for the New York Yankees. He never got a chance to achieve his dream. The day he was heading to try outs he got into a car accident with a drunk driver and lost his ability to use his arm. Turns out that drunk driver was a member of the team. Turns out he got away with it. Not exactly a way to bring out "team spirit". My father never participated in or watched another baseball game since. Now as I tell you this you might just think im a boy who had a father who brought his boy up on baseball. But let me tell you I'm not. Im a girl, flesh and blood. And my father did not bring me up on baseball for sure. I guess it comes naturally because he told me when I was older that I had this habit of throwing things as a kid. Didn't matter what it was. Rocks , you name it. I threw it at everything and unfortunately at everyone of my friends thinking I was cool for whatever reason. Its just what kids do sometimes. Thats when parents come into play. So to speak.

BLOGGING

I am just starting my blog and I do not have much to say except at this moment I am a newcomer to a ebay alternative site called Bonanzle which truly has the unique and rare items. The way ebay used to be. You can catch my store at www.bonanzle.com/booths/ladyyankee. I sell all kinds of collectibles and rare memoribilia.


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