LITTLE DUCHESS GROWS UP, ETC.
Baseball was a family experience. Little Duchess began by being the batgirl on our Pee-Wee baseball team. She sat on Sancho Grandpa’s (To Don Andrew) knee a lot and sometimes even retrieved a bat. Mostly she played with the boys or the other batgirl. She got her coke at the end of the game and her trophy at the end of the season just like the boys.
At age 12 something shocking happened. Perhaps this befuddled laborer was not ready for this shocking occurrence. Perhaps he wasn’t really meant to understand everything but one day he made a discovery. Little Duchess wanted to play baseball, not girl’s softball, but baseball with the boys. And she did just that. She could hit with the boys—one night she got our only hit. She could field with the boys. Nothing could be hit past her. But, alas, she threw like a girl. I guess this befuddled old laborer couldn’t have everything. She held her own until mono wrecked her baseball career.
Little Duchess wasn’t so little anymore and she became quite feminine. She did play girls volleyball, was head cheerleader two years and feature twirler the last of those two years. She excelled academically.
And then, just about as quickly as she had arrived, she departed. It was of to university. Two of those years were spent here in Texas but, perhaps this befuddled old laborer cramped her style a little so she was ready to get on to bigger and better things. And, she did just that.
But, I really don’t think it was the cramping of style that drove her to the West Coast to attend Pepperdine University in Malibu, CA. No, it was a guy. The Duchess had met her Duke. Now, this befuddled old laborer might suggest the Duke is one of the most brilliant men on the planet. The Duke proved his brilliance by marrying Little (now all grown up) Duchess, after, I might add most appropriately proposing to her on opening day at Dodger Stadium.
The Duke further demonstrated his superior intelligence by leaving that wasteland called the West Coast and moving to West, Texas. After a moderate length of time, together the duet decided to do the family thing. They did not talk that matter over with this befuddled old laborer, but that was all right too, and what could I expect since I had been watching from the sidelines now for about six years. After nine long months Don Andrew was born. From that point the entire world changed.
The somewhat befuddled laborer Sancho Grandpa and his faithful companion Doña Grandma were elated. As I write this we now have four of these new experiences called grandchildren. It’s a great day to be alive!
Don Andrew grew. At two I began to pick him up from his daycare. Unlike Little Duchess, his mother, he readily went to daycare but he was quite eager to see Sancho Grandpa when he arrived. He would run and fling himself at the befuddled old laborer. That began an altogether new adventure. To begin with he was Buzz. Don Andrew was almost obsessed with Buzz. He hasn’t changed a lot. So, he carried Buzz with him all the time—everywhere he went.
As he grew he never lost his attachment to Buzz but he graduated to Tarzan. This befuddled old laborer put a chain in the tree and Don Andrew did swing on that chain many, many times, busting his rear occasionally but never giving up. All of this would lead to bigger and better things that are yet to come.
At age 12 something shocking happened. Perhaps this befuddled laborer was not ready for this shocking occurrence. Perhaps he wasn’t really meant to understand everything but one day he made a discovery. Little Duchess wanted to play baseball, not girl’s softball, but baseball with the boys. And she did just that. She could hit with the boys—one night she got our only hit. She could field with the boys. Nothing could be hit past her. But, alas, she threw like a girl. I guess this befuddled old laborer couldn’t have everything. She held her own until mono wrecked her baseball career.
Little Duchess wasn’t so little anymore and she became quite feminine. She did play girls volleyball, was head cheerleader two years and feature twirler the last of those two years. She excelled academically.
And then, just about as quickly as she had arrived, she departed. It was of to university. Two of those years were spent here in Texas but, perhaps this befuddled old laborer cramped her style a little so she was ready to get on to bigger and better things. And, she did just that.
But, I really don’t think it was the cramping of style that drove her to the West Coast to attend Pepperdine University in Malibu, CA. No, it was a guy. The Duchess had met her Duke. Now, this befuddled old laborer might suggest the Duke is one of the most brilliant men on the planet. The Duke proved his brilliance by marrying Little (now all grown up) Duchess, after, I might add most appropriately proposing to her on opening day at Dodger Stadium.
The Duke further demonstrated his superior intelligence by leaving that wasteland called the West Coast and moving to West, Texas. After a moderate length of time, together the duet decided to do the family thing. They did not talk that matter over with this befuddled old laborer, but that was all right too, and what could I expect since I had been watching from the sidelines now for about six years. After nine long months Don Andrew was born. From that point the entire world changed.
The somewhat befuddled laborer Sancho Grandpa and his faithful companion Doña Grandma were elated. As I write this we now have four of these new experiences called grandchildren. It’s a great day to be alive!
Don Andrew grew. At two I began to pick him up from his daycare. Unlike Little Duchess, his mother, he readily went to daycare but he was quite eager to see Sancho Grandpa when he arrived. He would run and fling himself at the befuddled old laborer. That began an altogether new adventure. To begin with he was Buzz. Don Andrew was almost obsessed with Buzz. He hasn’t changed a lot. So, he carried Buzz with him all the time—everywhere he went.
As he grew he never lost his attachment to Buzz but he graduated to Tarzan. This befuddled old laborer put a chain in the tree and Don Andrew did swing on that chain many, many times, busting his rear occasionally but never giving up. All of this would lead to bigger and better things that are yet to come.
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