Clare
and I went to Stella’s the other day so she could give the pitching machines a
workover. She whacked the wooden canopy
over the machines and turned one of the roof supports into a carillon she hit
it so hard. I wonder what would have
happened to this talent had my daughter been born before Title IX. I wonder where this talent will lead to. I know Clare wants to teach it and perhaps
scout it. I wouldn’t put it past her to
try and hustle unsuspecting pitchers:
Wow, you throw really hard. Could
I stand in against you for a few pitches?
Tell you what, strike me out and you can have ten bucks….
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