OT: What Were Some of Your Best Memories, Playing Sports as a Kid?

I also enjoyed my glory as one of the best stick ball hitters in the neighborhood. Do they still play stick ball? Kids today don't know what they're missing.

 

I've taught many a kid the way and rules of stickball, IMO playing with a small tiny ball, and a broomstick, helps any batter with refined eye to hand coordination.

 

I have some good sports memories for sure... As far as good childhood, not so sure... that is pretty much all I remember about my childhood... everything else is blocked out... My late mother and I didn't exactly have a good relationship which put strain on my relationship I had with my father (they remained married through her death) and then her passing led to strain added to my relationships with my brother (since healed) and my sister who I have no intention of ever speaking to again... I remember having a Bon Jovi CD being taken away by my mother because it was Satoninc (she wouldn't say satanic, but satonic...), I had a boom box antenna go up my arm, she'd swing her collection of about 5000 keys at me as a weapon and then when I would raise my arm to protect my face, I was accused of trying to or actually hitting her, and a million more similar stories which is why most are blocked out... Mixed emotions for sure when she passed... But I digress...

Regarding Brodeur vs Roy, it's tough to compare as they played in different eras... Roy was on a more talented team consistently which enabled him to have so many more post season wins...

 

I'm sad to hear of your stress filled childhood. It's always bothered me to see Parents not love their children as if they were Angels, entrusted to us Parents, to take care of.

Yep, Brodeur had alot more on his hands, without the aide of great defense men, forwards, wingers, and centers, moreso IMO with the Avalanche, than Montreal. Brodeur at times seemed like he had to be a one man show, and he pulled that off very well.

 

As I got older, I loved playing IFC sports in college. Softball, soccer, hoops, racquetball, flag football and of course D league hockey (aka Zamboni league). Move to SoCal for grad school and softball took on a new dimension....year round play. Set a record for longest measured HR @ just over 400'. Good times.

 

It's worse now that my grandmother just passed away & my grandparents trust (not that much) basically wrote out my mother's share and split it between her 3 kids & her sister's 3 kids even though her sister is getting a share... So pissed

 

And thank you

 

Your Welcome Hammer, BTW-how is Hammerette doing these days, has she got over the colic stages???

When I lost my only Brother, then my Mom, my 6 sisters, and 5 Nieces fought over who got what. It was sick to watch. Seems like during times of true grief of the loss of a loved one, the very worst part is watching the buzzards come in to clean up, taking things just to be taking. While many family members are/were never close enough to warrant getting a damned thing. Literally shoving and pushing to jockey for position when the boxes open, and they grab like a shoplifter on Meth.....

When my Dad passes, its going to be Hell on Earth....I already inherited his 1959 Harley Duo Glide Dresser, and a 1990 Suzuki GS1100E Rice Rocket. As well as a Mint 1990 Crown Victoria, with only 56,000 miles on it. My Father worked on Cars during his days and time off of work in Aerospace. The man literally has OCD, and owns at least 6 of every tool known to man. With some stuff, he has literally a dozen +++ or more Wrench/Socket Sets, and no shit 43 hammers. He buys shit he already has, just to buy something. He shops worse than most women. My point, when he passes, the buzzards will flock around his home, to collect shit they don't even know what its used for.

During times of Grief, we need time to process our feelings of loss, yet some prefer to wreck havoc at the very worst of times, when one is trying to process their grief. It's so in your face.....

Disgusting it is. When Dad goes, it may take me a year, to hold a Garage sale. NTM-he has every power tool known to man, Band Saw, Table Saw, every saw made, and 8 Skil Saws, like what's he gonna' do with all those Skil Saws. Routers, 4 Tool Boxes with Rollaways, and still those aren't enough to contain all his toys. He also has 2 each 100 Gallon Air Compressors, and 1 50 gallon compressor too. What the hell....? I will never figure the man out, my own father, with different sets of values b/t us....

 

Another important vivid memory was in my 2nd year of Little League. The man who I refer to as my proxy dad, not only played catch with me every day, until I had my control and pin point accuracy. He also worked with me on hitting. He was a LL Coach of an opposing team.

After one afternoon of practicing batting for 2 hours before the game, I hit a long Foul Ball which hooked at the foul pole. That ball went right through his 1963 Thunderbird windshield. He was pissed but not at me, more for parking in the wrong spot.....

During my 1st year in LL, I used to walk down the alleyway, which was mostly bamboo, with several fruit trees. I walked past a mans home, who had a ton of Crab Apples. He asked me if I played Little League, as I was wearing my LL Shirt and hat. I said yes I do. So he told me, if you eat 2 of these great crab apples before every game, you will hit better.....I took that hook line and sinker, and had a great day of 4 for 4. The kind man told me, to come down anytime during a game day, and help myself to his apples. I swore those apples were the secret to my success....

 

For me it isn't about the money or stuff, it's about my mother and to a lesser extent my brother, sister, and I being disrespected...

Hammerette is getting Gerber Soothe drops in with 1 bottle each day which is definitely helping, but at 4 months now, she's at the beginning stages of cutting teeth... she's working on her bottom front teeth...

Currently writing a letter to the lawyer in charge of the trust on behalf of my siblings... we'll see how that goes...

 

Every moment of the competition.
Having those few words with the other guys and teammates after the game:
"Nice game", "That was a great catch you made"
"Tough loss" ect... ect...

I can remember them all!
...nah...but I'll always remember alot of those moments. lol

 

Thanks Hammer, I've been wondering about you girl. Now the teething begins, now that is one of the hardest things to deal with IMO, harder on the child, and hard on parents too.
Same here, its never been about money to me either. It's been more about disrespect for my Father by my 6 vulture buzzard money grubbing sisters.....When money is the #1 goal, then disrespect usually accompanies such. Honestly I don't really care if I ever get anything of my Father's. It would be nice, sure. I did wind up with a Classic Antique HD, 10 years ago, simply because he could no longer ride it, with his own disabling back surgery. he sits in a wheel chair fine, but no on a Harley....Yet, if the HD went to someone else, that would be a travesty too. I used to ride across country with my Dad, many many years. We lived and died for our bikes. So it wouldn't make since for anyone else to bequeathed the HD. No one other than my brother, ever rode on the back either. YEt, I would not have any problem, handing it over to the Harley Davidson Mueseum in Milwaukee, just to know the bike remains where it belongs. I imagine I will do just that in a few years, as its already beating me down riding it on longer trips. With metal discs for each lumbar, that metal is not at all like a disc, which is like a shock absorber.

It would be like going 4 wheeling, with no shocks at all.....bouncy bouncy ahhh shit...

 

When one's memories are like video tapes, and appear as if they only occurred yesterday, not 10, 20, 30 or more years ago, then those are golden memories, the mind will never let go of. Those are usually the most monumental of memories, that forever will remain in the forefront of memories.