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sn Sy -- aC oad AX el or " [ 16 -- PORT PERRY STAR -- Wednesday, July 30, 1975 continued and acceptance...or the end of life itself...the final test flunked...instant disgrace. THUNK!!!! As the ball falls to the ground, the red and black plastic tube flips eratically "across the diamond in the vicinity of the pitcher's mound. pg As Mom's face becomes completely hidden behind the fingers, Dad issues a tacid scream for justice, followed by a deep, crimson blush. With the plastic pitcher reassembled, Junior takes another, series of 15 or 20 aims. This time a change of tactics. There is less wobble to the bat as it makes its accelerating curve to the SA ball. Junior's mouth is agape with tongue hanging out... probably for better balance and leverage. CCRRAAACCKK!!! ..It'sa homer. The third and second basemen collide with the shortstop as the ball sails 10 feet above their outstretch- ed gloves, and the outfielders are frantically colliding, grabbing and colliding as the elusive ball rolls beneath 'them. Triumphantly, the new hero speeds around the bases as the infield becomes a chorus of hoots of indig- nation. Concluding that eventually a fielder will trap the ball, pleading instructions to the hapless fielders. The hoots Misery is striking out and catching heck from the kid sister. teammates 'are get more and more hopeless . as the runner approaches the home stretch., Too late, the relayed ball smacks against the backstop about a minute after the runner passes the plate. Mom and Dad, hoarse from cheering, are making sure no one else on the bench mis- understands just who's kid the blonde-haired hero is. Where do you get all this top-notch action? Object of the attention... edt poe 2 good try It's the Port Perry little leaguers, playing at the lake- front diamonds most Mon- days, a heartwarming exper- ience that isn't without it's tears, heartbreak, elation, or just plain thrills. And there's laughter...the I can't-help-it kind, as your son, the first baseman, ties his shoelace, just as a run comes his way, or the stun- ned amazement on the face of the short stop as his out- stretched glove accidently traps the batter's line drive. You've got to hand it to the coaches who manage to con- trol their temper as the kid in the blue shorts throws the bat for the 20th time, or the kid who keeps pestering to be first baseman. If you're tired of the every- day, gum chewing, serious stuff, try these kids out. Puts back something into , sport that's increasingly hard to find. a) Greg Warriner: can be tough! § 2 : J } 30 Ha o) i > ' v, 4 2 OBA 4 3 sdk A M b 12 00 2 FAG t Sh af) W RY NT LA is 7 4 ~~ 1 a CT PN ET