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Articles by Geneva Gano
More Articles by Geneva Gano
It was a dark and stormy day: blustering thunder boomed in the Miami Valley, and anxious parents of dedicated t-ballers worried: would t-ball happen that evening? The concern was acute: it was t-ball trophy night, the blowout ballgame/wiener roast/celebration of what we’d done that is held at the end of the t-ball season each summer. […]
“Look what I can do!” says Dorothy Paddison, 7. This creative, fun-loving girl is reversing the instructions, lifting her toes up in the air, all the way to her nose, ‘til she is wobbling around. The inevitable happens; she falls backwards.
After the rains this summer, the Gaunt Park diamond where we play every Friday night became kind of hard. In fact, it was a little bit like concrete. But this last Friday night we played in glorious, beautiful, perfect dusty-dirt.
While I am a newcomer to reporting on t-ball, I’m pretty sure that a t-ball miracle happens every time we play.
As they were having their picture taken on the bleachers “for Coach Jimmy”, the closing crowd of about 30 children spontaneously cheered, over and over, “PER-RY LEAGUE, PER-RY LEAGUE, PER-RY LEAGUE!”