Dream in which I repeatedly tell Hans (my neighbor) to back off from the plate. He is playing catcher and I'm up to bat, but he's too close & I'm sure I'm going to hit him in the head on the follow-through. He says ok and then moves back at most one inch. So, to demonstrate what is about to happen, I whack him with my bat across the face. He staggers a little, stunned.
A bench-clearing brawl ensues. All the townspeople are there. I am screaming above the din, explaining myself and waving my bat with righteous indignation.
This, I suppose, is a replay of a childhood scene in which Ed split open a neighbor boy's head with a metal baseball bat. Troy was his name.
Posted by Alan at May 3, 2005 03:00 PM