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Friday, October 9, 2009

Somebody say baseball?

Let me start by wishing my cousin Louis a Happy 31st Birthday (thus reminding my brother that today is Louis’ birthday).

A couple of days ago, I mentioned that the book The Machine made me remember a game (or games, I guess) from my junior season at James Island High School. It also made me think of a playoff game from my senior season. You see, a name that kept coming up in the book is Dan Driessen who was an outfielder/first baseman for the Reds in the 70’s. By the time I was in high school, Dan Driessen was an assistant baseball coach for Hilton Head High School. We were in the same region as Hilton Head back then, so I got to see Driessen a few times each year (and after each time he would tell me I played a good game… even if I hadn’t played… hmm, maybe he told everyone they played a good game… nah, he probably just said that to me). Anyway, we faced Hilton Head in the playoffs my senior year and I knew this would be my last chance to get his autograph. I decided that I would ask him to sign a baseball after the game. Then something happened. We 10-run ruled them… by me laying down a BEAUTIFUL squeeze bunt to bring in the 10th run.

So here’s the thing, Dan Driessen is a big man. I’m not saying he was mad at me for squeezing in the 10th run to end their season… I’m just saying had I missed the bunt I’m pretty sure the next pitch would have ended up in my ear. So now what do I do? I can’t walk up to him and say “Hey, did you see that bunt? Pretty sweet, huh? Can I get you to sign this ball for me?”. That’s what I wanted to do… but I just couldn’t. So I got the little brother of a teammate and asked him to go get the autograph (with very specific instructions to not say it was for me). Stick with me because this gets better. The young lad goes over, gets the ball signed and comes back. I look at it (it said, “Dan Driessen”) and say thanks. My buddy Chief sees it and says it’s not good enough. So he sends this young man back over (with the ball that Driessen just signed) and tells him to get Driessen to personalize the ball for me. Now, I’m standing there thinking this is just great. I fully expected to get a ball back that said “Greg, F**k You, Dan Driessen”. The good news is it didn’t. It just said, “Greg, Great Game, Dan Driessen”. Sad end to this story… I don’t know where the ball is now. I can’t find it. I hope to find it, but for some reason I don’t think I will (if I don't find it, I'm going to blame Scooby). Oh well, at least I’ve got the memory.

By the way, sorry about all these baseball stories. My plan was to post updates of the cool things I was learning in Atlanta while hanging out with Andy Stanley and Tony Dungy. But The Wife kept that from happening. So this is what you’re left with.

By the way… still no newborn baby in The House of Greg. I’m just sayin…

Oh, JI plays at Summerville tonight in the I'm Just Sayin... High School Football Game of the Week. The latest point spread has Summerville winning by 49. My advice? Take the Trojans and the points.
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