a memory of my dad-4
My dad loved watching baseball and also playing baseball.
He kept saying that he had been an amazing pitcher when he was young.
The problem was that he started pitching( of course without real ball just pretending as if
there was a ball) whenever and wherever he had to wait for something for example
trains, buses or subways etc and if there was any space for it.
Only we could do was just trying to pretend we were not his family...