The Tincaps, our local professional baseball team, lost their game this evening 9-0. I might not have noticed this, not being a huge sports fan, but earlier today a friend commented that the Tincaps are not off to a good start this year. They evidently lost nine away games out of ten recently. My friend made the comment that as soon as they get some good players, they trade them away, or actually move them on up in the league. But isn't that the point? According to Google, the Tincaps are a High A affiliate of the San Diego Padres. Of course the Padres will be watching for new talent. But this year's team will probably be staying right here. I really do like baseball, especially when the pitcher gets into a nice rhythm. When I was in sixth grade we got our first television set (a thirteen inch Zenith) and that meant that my father could watch baseball on Sunday afternoons. My dad was a carpenter/contractor and worked many six day weeks. Sunday was his only day to relax. So of course my brothers and I helped him. We would all stretch out on the family room floor, sometimes with popcorn, and watch the game. What fascinated me, besides the game, was that my father would lie down on the floor on his back, lock his hands behind his head, and hold his head up, no pillow or anything, for what seemed like the whole game. I tried to copy him, of course, but never managed to hold the pose for more than a few minutes.
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