Girls’ Softball

If you haven’t been out to see a girls’ softball game, you have missed a lot. Last Saturday it was the Dare Devils versus the Baseburners. It was one four games under the lights for the Sunrise Girls’ Fastpitch Softball League.

Four games at once at Shadow Rock Park.


These teams were the 11 to 14 year old group, but don’t let the pony tails fool you. These young ladies are serious about their game.

Serious Business.
Check out those sox!

One distinct feature of girl’s softball are the cheers. There are no cheer leaders. The teams do their own cheers to pump up their spirit or taunt the opposition. There are some that can’t quite be described as cute.


We don’t play with barbie dolls
We just play with bats and balls
We dont wear no minny skirt
We just wear some pants and shirts
We dont drink no lemonade
We just drink our powerade
so if I were you,I’d scoot your booty back
but I’m not you so I’d stay where your at.


It's a HIT!!


Hit the Pitcher, hit the pitcher

Hit the pitcher with the ball.

Hit it hard and knock her over,

Hit the pitcher with the ball.

“My Darling Clementine”

This next one is exceptionally cruel at a girls’ game….


(to pitcher w/ high balls)

Everybody. Someone

Call the doctor

She’s throwing up! (make throw up sound)


Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who’s the prettiest girl of all?
Pretty girls don’t hit the ball!
Lets get dirty lets get mean, lets go out and
beat this team.

More cheers here.


So for Fall Ball it’s chocolate before the game and chocolate at the seventh inning stretch.





It’s October and what better time than now to tell a ghost story.  I was pondering which one to tell when it was decided for me. I tell you how, later.

1979- Adelanto,California

Who takes a prego lady to see “Alien”? Me. That’s who.

On returning from our movie date I noticed something wrong with our apartment. The lights inside were on and the porch light was off. Opposite of how we left it.  Mustering up my best imitation of Rambo I left the wife in the car (safe) and went inside.

Nothing was wrong until I got to our bedroom.  We had a chest of drawers with nine drawers. All the drawers were pulled out and on the floor with all our clothes spread around the room. It was a break in but nothing was missing.


All was calm for a couple of weeks until my wife woke me up. Screaming.


“WHERE?”, I scream.


When things calmed down she told me the story.  She was laying with the baby waking her up every couple of minutes. It was then that she saw this small girl standing over my sleeping form.  About four foot tall. Long straight black hair. White dress.  She reached out to touch me and the wife thought that if this girl touched me, I’d be dead. That’s when the screaming started. In a blink of an eye the girl faded out.

“Yeah, honey,” I said, “No more ice cream before bed.”

Christmas 1980- George AFB, California

I was home on leave from Korea. We were sleeping. The wife woke me up again. Screaming.


My son Brian was ten months old. I leapt from our bed. Without turning on lights, one step took me out of the bedroom and across the hall to Brian’s room. I burst in. Standing there with her hands on his crib rails and looking at him was a little girl. Long, straight, black hair. White dress. She looked at me and faded out.

HOLY SHIT! I really, really saw that. Out came my Bible. I prayed like I never prayed before.


I haven’t seen her since but over the years friends and roommates have seen her.  Where I go she goes.  She makes her presence known .

Kitchen cupboards left open. Peanut butter left in the fridge. Drawers pulled open. Clothes on the floor. Things tend to fly around. The first time was a 1000 count jar of prego vitamins that flew off the top of the fridge. Well, it didn’t fly off.  It moved off the fridge, stopped in md-air and then dropped.  Like a Wiley Coyote carton. When we were in Del Rio, Texas we had 19 drawers in the kitchen. One Saturday afternoon they all came out at once.

In 2002 we had a neighbor who listened to my story and wanted to walk around our house.  She homed in on family pictures on the wall.

She picked out one and said, “This is her”.

My Mom is sitting on the bike seat. 1933.

There was the little girl. Apparently my aunt Elizabeth. Killed in World War Two.  The original picture is tiny and we had photoshopped it bigger to put on the wall.

That’s my story. Happy Halloween! Oh yeah. I promised to tell you how I had this topic “picked” for me.

13 of these DVD’s came flying off the wall.

1 Samuel 28

13 And the king said to her, “Do not be afraid. What did you see?”

And the woman said to Saul, “I saw a spirit[a] ascending out of the earth.”

14 So he said to her, “What is his form?”

And she said, “An old man is coming up, and he is covered with a mantle.” And Saul perceived that it was Samuel, and he stooped with his face to the ground and bowed down.

15 Now Samuel said to Saul, “Why have you disturbed me by bringing me up?”