|It Was Lights Out At The Old Ballgame (standard:humor, 912 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Jun 26 2006||Views/Reads: 1923/1136||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Someone yelling, “Let’s play ball,” officially announces spring. Springtime and baseball seem to go together, as if God created springtime just for the national pastime.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story process this and I could see he was having a little bit of trouble. I didn't mind because for a moment he couldn't think of anything to say, which is good no matter which side you're cheering for. At this point, the situation turned ugly. And when I say ugly, I mean Mrs. Bubba inserted herself into the tête-à-tête. Let me say, I was not afraid of good old Bubba; it was Mrs. Bubba who put the fear of God into me at the time. This only illustrates the vast difference between men and women. Men can have a loud, obnoxious, chest puffing argument and then when it's all over, go and buy each other a cup of coffee and slap each other on the back celebrating the winning team. Women are not like that; at least Mrs. Bubba was not like that. As best I recollect the situation, Mrs. Bubba, who was sitting on the other side of Bubba, leaned forward and simply said, “Oh yeah?” It was not what she said, or even how she said it that bothered me. The last thing I remember was her left hook interfacing with my left eye. Driving home, I mused on what the Apostle Paul wrote. “I charge thee before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, and the elect angels, that thou observe these things without preferring one before another, doing nothing by partiality. Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men's sins: keep thyself pure.” (1 Timothy 5:21-22 KJV.) Sometimes, one strike and you're out. Tweet
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