Destiny gets away...for now

Yesterday, the beloved D-Boys were supposed to have a date with destiny.

But, like most of the women they will try to woo in a few years, destiny got away.

Cloudy skies and the threat of tornadoes caused the league's Commish to scratch our playoff game against the Giants. Sure, there was terrible lightning in the morning, but the evening skies were bone-dry. However, when I ranted and raved about the game being cancelled, D.G. sniffed, fingered his moustache and passed on some words of wisdom.

"Weary is the Commish who sends lawyers' kids to bat in a chain-linked backstop with aluminum bats when a storm threatens."

Truer words, D.G.

As a writer, most people would only want me to play ball in a chain-linked backstop with an aluminum bat while lightning crashed around me.

However, since we were all at the field, we tried to teach the kids how to run the bases properly. There was more than a few games that would have ended with smiling Dodgers if they did the basics such as running to a base without looking to see where the ball is, sliding, and just plain knowing how to make proper strides. (They all run like they're John Wayne, arms swaying out to the sides like windshield wipers.)

Ability to run aside, listening to the first base coach, D.G. is the most important thing. He is the eyes. He is the brains. To do what he tells you is to never worry about making a mistake. Some kids finally got that after we ran their legs off. Others did not.

We're supposed to play tonight. We'll see.

Maybe if destiny tries to run away tonight, The D-boys will know how to run after her.