Syracuse's summer weather has not been cooperative to traditional Wiffleball challenges on Amalfi Drive. Yet, yesterday, with blue skies and high temperatures, the first homerun derby festival of the season was conducted in the folk's pool. Nathan scored the most points (suprise, surprise), followed by me, then Butch, and even Sue got a run in. It remains a fact that hitting the wiffleball out of the pool is an automatic out and anyone who could line drive the ball into the blue, pool cover at the other end, continued to gain homerun status. Although Mom hit Nathan in the head a few times, her pitches did go over the plate on numerous occasions helping him to score the most points.
Still, no one brought us peanuts or cracker jacks. All we got was quirky chlorine in our gills.
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