March 11-- I wasn't a very good baseball player as a kid. I was able to throw the ball and catch it every so often, but when it came to hitting the ball I really stunk. In fact, I struck out almost every time. If there were 2 outs and I came up to bat most of the fielders would just walk off the field. They knew their services weren't going to be needed if I was at the plate.

Then, on a hot and humid summer day the impossible happened. It was my turn to bat and I stepped up to the plate. As the other team rolled their eyes and yelled, "easy out and loser!" I raised my spotless un-dented aluminum bat.
As the pitcher released the first pitch I shut my eyes, like I always did, and swung. As usual, it was a strike. The second pitch followed and this time when I swung, instead of swatting at humid air I heard and felt a sharp "ping". I had made contact with the ball!

The ball plopped into the outfield and began to roll directly to Danny Gellman! While I was a terrible hitter, Danny Gellman was by far a worse fielder. He picked up the ball with his pudgy fingers and attempted to throw. However, Danny threw the ball like he had been born without a thumb. Over and over Danny would throw or "push" the ball a few feet as I ran the bases. Finally, Danny threw his glove off the field and yelled something at his Dad for making him play this stupid game. I slid into home plate, even though I didn't have to. It was an in the park home-run!

And that's a lot like our St. Louis weather for supposedly the next few days.

Even though our weather is guaranteed to strike out almost every single day, sometimes, just sometimes by an improbable act of God we hit a home run. It's supposed to be sunny and almost 70 degrees by tomorrow. But I'd enjoy it if I were you. If it means anything, I never got another hit again.

Until we have to survive another day in the gray....

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