The other day, the youngest and a couple of friends decided to have a kickball game (friendly little two on two). When the middle left the game due to injury, I decided to sub in. The game was close (I was playing with the youngest of all), we were down by two runs in the bottom of the 9th with two outs. My team mate up...kicks a base hit, putting the tying run at the plate (me). Here, is when Mom calls the game...for dinner. Rather than letting the pitch roll, allowing us to finish the game and decide the champions of the world...she encroaches on the field...then she threatens to beat the children...THEN, she takes the ball.
When was the last time you played a game which was called for "Mother delay"? For me, its been nearly 30 years, but the whole process was nostalgic and fun for all.
So, here's to Spring and more Mother delayed games of whatever sport...
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