Pony Party: The Caught Baseball

Once there was a boy who lived in the Hudson Valley. He was 10 years old and his name was Drake Brady. He was the biggest New York Strikes fan. He knew everyone’s name on the team and even had season tickets every year. Drake loved every game he went to. Except one thing and one thing only – he never caught a baseball. This might not seem like a big deal to you, but it was to Drake. Every time his mom would ask did you catch a baseball, of course Drake would say no not today in an angry voice.

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One day his mom said you are going to be late for the game but Drake didn’t care. In fact he didn’t want to go. Drakes mom said come on I’ll go with you. So of course he decided to go to the game. When he got to the game his favorite player Jose Reyes was up. Jose jammed one write to where Drake and his mom were sitting. Drake thought this is my chance.

But something wrong happened. His mom pushed him out of the way and caught the baseball.

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Drake said mom can I have it. I’ve always wanted one. Sure enough his mom said no way this is my lucky day.



Finally the game was over. On the car ride home Drake was so upset. Drakes mom asked if he was okay. Of course I’m not ok you took my biggest dream away from me. You don’t even like baseball. It’s not your sport it’s mine. You could of just gave the baseball to me and we wouldn’t have this talk.

Drakes mom said I did it for your own good.

What do you mean?

I mean when you want something and can’t get it. I don’t want you to get hurt. I guess it doesn’t matter if that happens though. So here take the baseball.  Your write it isn’t my sport it’s yours. Oh and by the way it’s signed by all the players.

by Ryan, pfiore8’s nephew on December 5, 2007

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    • pfiore8 on January 3, 2008 at 00:19
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    just for you.

    happy new year!

  1. … Drake Brady.

    • nocatz on January 3, 2008 at 04:10
    • nocatz on January 3, 2008 at 04:58
  2. and I have NEVER caught a fucking ball!  

    I’ve had some close calls though.  A year or two ago I was at a Giants game with my husband.  Sitting in the row behind us were 4 obnoxious but funny drunk guys.  In the row behind them there was a young couple.  Somehow we found out that the man in the couple was going to Iraq soon and was spending his last few days with  the girlfriend.   During the game a foul ball came our way and the army guy almost caught it, but the ball bounced off his hands and one of the drunk dudes ended up with it. I was THAT close. The soldier offered to buy the ball from the dude but the dude said ‘no’.  For the next couple of innings the dude’s friends razzed him about giving the ball to the soldier.   Eventually he gave in to the peer pressure and gave it to him for free.  Definitely the right thing to do.    

    • nocatz on January 3, 2008 at 05:17

    including an OU onside kick that’s probably on youtube by now.

  3. There’s a nice quiet place nearby where he could stay until football season is over. We could all visit and bring cookies.  

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