West Cocoa Chat

Steven came home the other day and informed us that the Head Baseball Coach told him the coaching staff was considering moving the boy who played short-stop last year to third and moving him from second to short. Now, unlike in the MLB, in High School ball there is no option to veto the decision and Steven would never do so anyway. He is excited about the chance to start at short in his senior season for the Varsity. So excited in fact that he said he needed a new glove.

Now ladies, I know you guys sometimes get a bad rap for the number of shoes you have, you know, one for every outfit. It seems that baseball is getting to the point where there is a glove for each position. But then there are Grand-parents. Steven loves to eat with his (pardon the “southern-eese” here) Maw-maw and Paw-paw. When they “rustle up a mess” of boiled cabbage and pinto beans, the boy thinks he has died and gone to Heaven.

He ate with my in-laws this past Monday. During the course of dinner he mentioned the possible move and his impending need. He also mentioned that he had a plan to buy this glove which included working part time for a local Delivery Company during the Holidays. This is the part that reminds me of Bill Cosby.

Bill Cosby once witnessed his parents who he described as being extremely frugal when he was a kid, openly and generously giving his kids, their Grand-kids money. Bill’s quote was, “These people are not my parents. They’re old people trying to get into Heaven!” You can probably guess what happened next.

My in-laws were proud of Steven’s work ethic but they would hear nothing of their Grand-son going without this coveted “short-stop” glove. They gave Steven the money with their blessing. I look forward to the time when I can be a Grand-parent. Greg, what’s it like? Will Jackson be getting that new glove when he comes to eat dinner with you?

Have a good day family.