In 1956, I was 13 and
living in Clearwater, FL. On nights that I wasn't playing or practicing
for Pony League baseball, I liked to watch the Clearwater Bombers Men's
fast pitch softball team play. I'd beg for 10 cents, the price of a
ticket, and I would hike to the stadium.
Late in the summer, the women's national fast pitch championship was held in Clearwater. I was able to see a lot of the games, and I really had a great time watching the women play.
Forty years later, in 1996, my wife and I were watching the Olympics women's fast pitch softball event in Columbus, GA. I was telling my wife about seeing the national championship in Clearwater, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It just so happened that the three women sitting directly behind us had all played in that event in 1956.
I don't know if it really is a small world, but sometimes it sure seems that way.
Late in the summer, the women's national fast pitch championship was held in Clearwater. I was able to see a lot of the games, and I really had a great time watching the women play.
Forty years later, in 1996, my wife and I were watching the Olympics women's fast pitch softball event in Columbus, GA. I was telling my wife about seeing the national championship in Clearwater, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It just so happened that the three women sitting directly behind us had all played in that event in 1956.
I don't know if it really is a small world, but sometimes it sure seems that way.
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