Clare
splits her time between sending out résumés and working at a high school in
Elmhurst. She’s basically in charge of
the baseball field the school is renting out for travel tournaments. The other week she had to deal with this situation—a
batter broke his leg on a swing. Really,
good times.
Yesterday,
a kid of about 15 or so came out of the dugout and asked her for a date. “I’m 25,” she told him, adding a year for
effect. The rest of the game Clare was a
major subject of discussion on the bench.
Apparently, more than one underaged player wanted to try his luck because
girls really do want to go through life as babysitters. Trust me when I say somebody had to use extreme
self-control to not march into the dugout, take a bat and start swinging at any
and all pitches coming her way.
At least, I think my
daughter exhibited self-control. There haven’t
been any police calls to the house, so far.
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