Memory #18: Pretending
Sometimes when I hit the wiffleball to Morgan in our backyard--if by sometimes I can mean practically every day--I pretend that I play for the Cubs, that some pitcher tried to sneak a fastball "up and in" past me, that I see it coming, turn on it, and watch it sail over the rightfield ivy and onto Sheffield Avenue.
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This makes me feel somewhat better about all of the athletic pretending I do. Before our students vs. staff dodgeball tournamnet, when I was on the treadmill and in the weight room, I kept imagining scenarios of me making spectacular dodges, crushing throws, and impossible catches.
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