He had been waiting for this moment for most of his life. Ever since he was a
little boy John Carney dreamt of being a pro athlete in his favorite sport. The
moment he got home from school you could find him sitting in the window sill,
waiting for his father to get home from work so that they could go out and play
ball in the backyard.
When his dad’s ole beat up Ford finally pulled into the drive, poor little John
was practically bursting with excitement. His father would barely even have time
to drag his weary body into the house and set his stuff down before he was
whisked out into the yard by the insistent little boy. Even though he was about
to collapse from exhaustion, he never let on to his son who was so excited to
spend time with him you could see it on his face. He do anything for his son who
he obviously adored, and the feeling was mutual. They never got enough of
playing ball out in the backyard together. Everything John knew about baseball
he learned from his father. In fact every time he stepped up to the base he could
feel his fathers arms around him, guiding him through his first swing.
Though those days were long gone, he still thought of them often. Like right
now, while he is stepping out of the dugout for his first pro game his mind is
on his father who was the one who got him where he is today. Tears of joy and
sorrow burned his eyes and he felt his throat get tight as he makes his way to
the base. He takes his stance just the way his father taught him all those years
ago. The pitcher nods, pulls him arm back, and… ping!
The ball sails through the air and just keeps going! Without a backwards glance
Carney takes off! The ball sails over the fence and out of sight declaring it a
home run! Carney runs through all the bases and makes it to the home plate where
his teammates are waiting for him. Cheers go through the crowd. The Giants won!
little boy John Carney dreamt of being a pro athlete in his favorite sport. The
moment he got home from school you could find him sitting in the window sill,
waiting for his father to get home from work so that they could go out and play
ball in the backyard.
When his dad’s ole beat up Ford finally pulled into the drive, poor little John
was practically bursting with excitement. His father would barely even have time
to drag his weary body into the house and set his stuff down before he was
whisked out into the yard by the insistent little boy. Even though he was about
to collapse from exhaustion, he never let on to his son who was so excited to
spend time with him you could see it on his face. He do anything for his son who
he obviously adored, and the feeling was mutual. They never got enough of
playing ball out in the backyard together. Everything John knew about baseball
he learned from his father. In fact every time he stepped up to the base he could
feel his fathers arms around him, guiding him through his first swing.
Though those days were long gone, he still thought of them often. Like right
now, while he is stepping out of the dugout for his first pro game his mind is
on his father who was the one who got him where he is today. Tears of joy and
sorrow burned his eyes and he felt his throat get tight as he makes his way to
the base. He takes his stance just the way his father taught him all those years
ago. The pitcher nods, pulls him arm back, and… ping!
The ball sails through the air and just keeps going! Without a backwards glance
Carney takes off! The ball sails over the fence and out of sight declaring it a
home run! Carney runs through all the bases and makes it to the home plate where
his teammates are waiting for him. Cheers go through the crowd. The Giants won!