It’s tough getting old. Just the other day, I heard one senior citizen say to another, “Everyone seems to know the agenda and what’s going on, but we don’t have a clue.” They were talking about a recent meeting and a local public hearing.
Beaver Cleaver went to the local sporting goods store with his friend Gilbert to purchase ice skates. The salesman didn’t have his size, so he sold him a pair three sizes too big. His effort to return them failed, even with the help of his big brother Wally. Finally his dad saved the day.
Old people like me don’t have dads around anymore to look out for us, or our moms to tuck us in. We like to think there are still some things to believe in, like the National Anthem and playing ball.
Sure, the rockets red glare sometimes winds up as wrongful friendly fire and then there was the Black Sox of Chicago, the Pete Rose scandal and reports of steroid abuse, but for the most part, there is plenty you can still count on, like the Yankees-Red Sox rivalry, the presidential elections and the village board.
There will be dingers, shoestring catches, Baltimore chops, pickles, ribbies, meatballs and walk-offs, just as there will be stolen bases, chin music, rhubarbs and nasty backdoor sliders.
That’s the way life is, sometimes you stay in bed and feel like the odd man out. Other times, you get your moments in the sun, got’m, need’m.
One last time, I wound up and hurled that laced sphere skyward. It entered my wheelhouse and I gave it a mighty swing, and missed, still the greatest.
What a pitcher!
Willie Kiernan is a past editor of the Cazenovia Republican and a contributing columnist at Eagle Newspapers. He can be reached at email@example.com.