[ No Comments ] Posted on 07.01.08 under The Everglades Room
The family had just gotten home from the son’s little league game. During dinner, the mom wondered aloud why all the left-handed kids in the league were pitchers, even the ones who weren’t so good at it. Since the dad had once been a not so good left-handed pitcher himself, he felt a special affinity for the subject. “First of all,” he said, slicing his steak, “Most kids are right-handed, so left-handedness is inherently confusing.”
“For you or someone else?” asked the mom.
“In fencing, they say it’s a killer advantage.”
“So baseball is like fencing?”
“Not really,” admitted the dad, putting down the knife.
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