by Dr. Rajesh C. Oza
I taught my T-Ball-playing granddaughter
To throw balls straight like streaming water.
First, the four-seam grip.
She asked, “Got another tip?”
Now, get your feet in place.
She laughed, “Kinda like a race?”
Third, point your glove at me.
She pointed, “Sting like a bee?
Then she threw a perfect strike.
I was so proud of the little tyke.
I tossed it back way, way over her head.
She shoulda been teaching me instead.
She threw the ball like Sandy Koufax.
I screwed the ball like Steve “Bleeping” Sax.
Ten wild, wild throws later, with hands on hips,
I confessed to my granddaughter that I had the yips.
