When I played ball in a vacant lot with my buddies as a kid, we’d use large rocks as bases. I remember twisting an ankle rounding “third base” one afternoon, then coming back to play some more after dinner and twisting the OTHER ankle on the same stupid rock. Called it a day after that.
When I played ball in a vacant lot with my buddies as a kid, we’d use large rocks as bases. I remember twisting an ankle rounding “third base” one afternoon, then coming back to play some more after dinner and twisting the OTHER ankle on the same stupid rock. Called it a day after that.