Top of the Third….


Cale and Conner always enjoyed competing in a good ballgame; baseball eventually became their sport of choice.  When they were young they played any kind of ball that was in season.  They played organized team sports; they played with just a bunch of kids on the playground; in my opinion that is the best kind.  They also played an awfully lot of one-on-one; it didn’t make any difference what kind of ball; if all they had available was a leaking air-up beach ball or maybe about a half roll of duct tape wadded up to resemble a ball they made that work.  They would figure out a set of rules and a scoring system; yes if you’re gonna play you gotta keep score.


Frequently the two of them faced each other in a game of baseball.  The rules allowed the use of “ghost runners”; I think a lot of kids used this system, adjusting the rules as necessary depending on how many players were there or maybe just depending on whose yard or neighborhood was hosting the game.  It didn’t really matter, just as long as everyone understood and agreed to whatever rules were in effect that day.


They were at the lake with Sharyl and I, I think they were about eight or nine; it was a typical hot Oklahoma August day.  I thought it was a sit in the shade kind of day, they thought it was a good day for a “ghost runner” baseball game.  They had been playing for at least two hours; stopping only as necessary to make sure there were no rules infractions, some of those discussions were a little heated but they always worked things out and the game continued.


I had spent the afternoon in the shade with a cold drink, observing, on a non-interference basis of course.  Sharyl had spent that time in the house, probably doing laundry, fixing dinner and a host of other things.  I didn’t know how those things got done; I have since learned that someone has to do them.


She walked out to the “ballpark” and suggested they quit playing, come in take a shower and get ready for dinner; They offered the typical “in a minute” or “after this inning” response.  In a few minutes she returned and suggested in a much stronger voice that they probably should get their rears in gear and do as they had been told; they responded with more promises.  I stayed in the shade and didn’t get involved, those things are more fun as an observer than they are as a participant and I knew Maw Maw was fully capable of handling the situation. She returned in a couple minutes and just as I expected, she handled the situation; the ballgame was over.  On their way to the house, Conner said in a very emotional voice “But Maw Maw it was only the top of the third”.  He was probably down a run or two.


I love you Conman, I miss you every day; I continue to try but I can’t understand why your “last at bat” came so soon, after all it was only the “top of the third”.  Please give your Maw Maw a hug for me and tell her I love her and miss her.


Thanks for listening, please keep me in your prayers.


Good Night and God Bless.




13 thoughts on “Top of the Third….

  1. Dave,

    The “last at bat” is truly an unknown to us all. Everyday we must play the game and enjoy every minute of it. You and your family are always in our prayers.


  2. I don’t know what to say. Young death will never make sense and always leave giant holes around what else their lives would have held. But what a time they had. What a great and joyful childhood. My prayers continue.

  3. Didn’t know Sharyl used “rear in gear” term. That’s one of mine too. My grandkids always made fun of me when I said it. !! Sweet memories!!! So thankful we have them. You and family are in my prayers. Love, Mary

  4. Bless you……… is hard ………..there are sometimes no answers. I do know that the pain lessens and the love remains. I wish you sunshine and sail boats….and lots of ball games….

    Love you.

  5. This one made me cry. I also have lost a grandson way too soon. He was only 17 months old and I still wonder what kind of young man he would have become. I know that someday I will see him again and that is an awesome thing, but it doesnt keep me from missing him. I do know it gets eaiser with time but never quite stops the hurt and the missing.. I am so thankful I had the time I did with Corey. I love my memories and I know you do too. I hope you have an awesome day. You are in my prayers. God Bless

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