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My mom lived in a little town about half an hour from the city where my dad grew up. And…
it’s in the same educational district, so a lot of times the high school sports teams
will play each other. And… my dad was a baseball player. He was… he’s always loved
to throw things, and so when he was in high school, he played… he was a pitcher for
the baseball team. And he was a crazy pitcher. He had a little trouble controlling his arm
and his throws. Sometimes his throws went a little wild, and they were very fast. So…
one day. High school. Baseball season. My mom’s high school baseball team and my dad’s
high school baseball team have a game. And my mom is a scorekeeper for her school’s
team. So she’s sitting on the side, taking notes… if someone’s out, if someone gets
a home run, I don’t know. I don’t know what scorekeepers in baseball do. And my dad,
it’s time for him to pitch, and one of my mom’s players is up to bat. And my dad lets
loose one of his crazy pitches and nails my mom’s friend in the shoulder… with the
baseball, and leaves, like… he leaves the imprint of the… of the ball… you could
see the stitches of the ball in… in this guy’s skin! And all the mothers from my
mom’s high school… they were in shock, they were yelling, they were so upset, they
were, like, “That boy! Get him out of here! He hurt our child!” Or, whatever mothers
yell when their children get hit with balls. And… so yeah, the first time my parents
met, my dad… hurt one of my mom’s friends. But they didn’t know it until much, much
later, so it didn’t hurt their relationship at all.