|"Me,Joe and Marilyn Monroe" (standard:humor, 0 words)|
|Author: denis holzhauser||Added: Jul 06 2001||Views/Reads: 2710/1648||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Many years ago Joe Dimaggio and I played a very short game of pitch and catch,neither Joe or I knew Marilyn at that time,I threw her in to get your attention.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story "Well I'd bet even money they're probably in better shape than you are." "Tell Mom I'm outside."I said as I started out the door,Dad didn't answer. At the doctor's office,he just put my hand in a splint,with my fingers stretched out,and taped everything together,said he wanted to see me again in a week and that was that. On the drive home,Mom gave me a lecture on manners and behavior,I kept saying,"Yes Ma'am" and "No Ma'am, through the whole damned thing.She was a great lady,small and dainty and loving.I loved her then and I love her now,years after she past away. A couple of days later,the guys came by to see if I wanted to catch a movie at the neighborhood theater.We trudged in and sat in the back watching the end of the movie we had come to see.When it had ended,we laughed at the cartoon,made loud snoring noises at the previews,and generally acted like idiots.The manager of the movie house was the father of the guy sitting next to me and making the most noise.There was me,him and two other buddies,together watching the cartoons,than the news and finally a local short that featured the different events that had happened in town in the past week or so.It was sponsored by Coca Cola and finished with the slogan,"And Coca Cola was there".We had seen hundreds of them,but this one made us sit up straight,it was the game,and at the end when the announcer said"And Coca Cola Was There",It showed as the last scene our mass of swarming bodies fighting for that damned baseball.We stomped our feet,whistled and shouted,really making asses of our selves,but it was with joy and excitement. The manager came and said he was going to put us out,but his son told him if he did,he,the son,was going to tell his mother that he,the dad,had a girl friend,his Dad started laughing,told us to hold it down and left.Everybody but me,started to give and get high fives,but I wouldn't let anyone touch my hand. I'm now in my seventies,the hand was broken,but never set.I've several fingers that point in different directions,and sometimes when it rains for a few days,the hand begans to hurt like hell,but all in all,it was one of the best days of my life,I was with my friends,most now gone,I ran with Joe DiMaggio,a guy famous enough to have a song about him,and who married Marilyn Monroe,one of the most beautiful women to ever live. Looking back,I only have one regret,I just wish I had held on to that damned ball. The End Tweet
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