Growing up in smalltown America by Old Time Ball Player

July 30, 2009

“An Ounce of Prevention is Worth a Pound of Cure”

Some of life’s lessons are truly hard to learn and this was never made more clear to a sixteen year old youth than on the local baseball field in smalltown Illinois. But, before I get into that story; let me begin by saying, I truly enjoyed spending the hot, lazy, summer afternoons of my youth in smalltown with the old men who hung out in front of Ed’s Department Store chewing tobacco and telling lies while they waited for the afternoon mail truck to arrive. I often sat and savored that ‘country flavored homespun wisdom’ flowing out of the mouths of Jim the Mailman, Cooch the Barber and Doc the Dentist, like a long drink of cold water pouring forth from our old pitcher mouth pump on a hot July day. But, I, like most young people my age had not fully developed a real appreciation for the wisdom of those old men, but that all changed one Sunday afternoon down at the baseball field. I was the catcher for the smalltown team and while catching a game of baseball with our high school basketball coach on the mound, I learned a lesson I have never forgotten. He threw a particularly sharp breaking hard slider that skidded off of the back edge of home plate, careened up and hit me in a particularly vulnerable spot just below the belt line and where the legs join the upper torso. I wasn’t wearing a protective device that was designed to prevent injuries to that particular area of my body, and as I lay writhing on the ground in unbearable pain, understanding of the old timers sage advice; “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” pulsated throughout my aching body. I might have been a little slower than some kids my age before that dastardly pitch, but I can truthfully tell you, “I was quicker than most by the next one.” Lightning didn’t have to strike me twice. No sir! Once bitten by the d-u-m-b- b-u-g was enough for me. I continued to play baseball for a number of years after that day, and most of it was pain free because I never again left that $2.00 ‘ounce of prevention’ lying in my equipment bag in the dugout. OTBP

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