The Boys Of Summer
I can’t believe I let them talk me into this again. This picture was taken four years ago when I was “only” 57 years old, and it was the last year the Ansel “boys” played together on the same team. Pictured from left to right is me, Brad, Randy, Brett, and Darryl. Brother Dean worked the afternoon shift, on the police department, so the rest of us at least felt “safe” as we played ball! Brother Brett is a detective for the city of Monroe, and Darryl is a patrolman for Erie township. Darryl was a sgt. and police chief, in Luna Pier, before retiring, and then signing on with the Erie dept. Brad plays golf, like I do, and Randy (the oldest) still plays ball, as does brother Brett.
Well this year my son-in-law Glen was short players, so he asked if I would sign a contract! (boy he must of really been hard up!) They have had two games so far, and thank God he hasn’t called on me yet. I played the game for 35 adult years, and gave it up for some pretty good reasons-like it was “killing” me! Golf is so much safer. I have yet to pull a hamstring playing golf, nor had to duck any line drives! (I used to pitch) I have been frantically looking for a replacement to take my place, as I don’t want to spend another summer on crutches. Does anyone out there want to play ball on Thursday nights here in Monroe? If so, you could possibly spare one of the old “boys of summer” from hurting himself!
Mike
May 20th, 2008 at 3:52 pm
Ha ha! I was a big baseball guy in high school - loved the sport - but I know there are times when the body says, “Whoa, there, what are you thinking?!” (I know - I’m too young to say that, but it’s true nonetheless!)
If you do have to play - keep in mind, you can’t afford any injuries that might keep you out of the woods come fall! That’d be my greatest fear!
May 20th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
I never played organized ball. I had a cousin who played well into his forties and just recently gave it up because it was tearing him up.
Some great memories though I’m sure.
May 30th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
Uncle Mike,
How could you ever let my dad wear those shorts?
May 30th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
What do you mean Brandon? Those were my shorts, and your dad bought em at our garage sale for .50 cents. I told him he wouldn’t look as good as me in them, but he would not listen.
Uncle Mike