Alright, listen up, y’all. Gonna tell ya ’bout this fella, Wemby, and this here baseball. Saw it on the picture machine, the TV, you know? Thing’s blurry sometimes, but I saw it clear as day. Wemby holds baseball, they said.
Now, this Wemby fella, he’s a big’un. Taller than a corn stalk in July, I tell ya. And his hands! My goodness gracious, his hands are like catchers’ mitts. Big ol’ shovels, they are. Made that baseball look like a pea in a pod, it did.
- First time I saw him, I thought, “That boy needs to eat more taters.”
- But then he started movin’, and Lord have mercy, he was quick! Like a greased pig at the county fair.
This baseball, though, it got me thinkin’. Why’s a big fella like him holdin’ somethin’ so small? Baseball ain’t for giants, is it? It’s for fellas who can run and throw and hit, not for fellas who can reach the moon standin’ on their tippy toes.
But then I thought some more, ya know, ’cause I got nothin’ but time these days. Maybe it ain’t about the size of the ball, but the size of the heart. Maybe this Wemby fella, he just loves baseball, same as any other young’un. Maybe he just wants to hold it, feel it in his big ol’ hand, and dream of hittin’ a home run that sails right outta the park and lands smack dab in the middle of the cow pasture.
The picture was somethin’ else, though. They said it looked like one of them “deepfake” things. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout that. Sounds fancy. But they said it was real. His real hand, holdin’ that real baseball. And that got me thinkin’ even more.
This world’s full of surprises, ain’t it? You got big fellas holdin’ small baseballs, you got little fellas doin’ big things, and you got old hens like me cluckin’ about it all. It’s a whole heap of somethin’, I tell ya.
Now, some folks say he’s gonna be a basketball star. That’s what them city folk are jabberin’ about. Tall fellas always playin’ basketball, they say. But I reckon a fella can do whatever he sets his mind to. Maybe he’ll play baseball, maybe he’ll play hopscotch, maybe he’ll just sit on a porch swing and swat flies all day long. It ain’t none of my business, I s’pose.
But that picture, it stuck with me. Wemby holds baseball. Simple as that. And sometimes, the simple things are the most important. Like a good cup of coffee in the mornin’, or a warm biscuit with butter, or watchin’ the sun go down on a summer evening. Or maybe, just maybe, a big fella holdin’ a small baseball, dreamin’ big dreams.
So, there ya have it. My thoughts on Wemby and his baseball. Ain’t much, I know. Just an old woman’s ramblings. But it’s what I think. And in this world, a person’s thoughts are worth somethin’, even if they ain’t worth a hill of beans. So next time you see somethin’ odd, like a fella holdin’ somethin’ that don’t seem to fit, don’t just scoff and move on. Take a minute, think about it. You might just learn somethin’ new. Or, you might just end up like me, an old hen cluckin’ about baseball and big fellas. Either way, it’s a good way to pass the time. And time, well, that’s somethin’ we all got plenty of, ain’t we?
And that’s all I gotta say ’bout that. Wemby and his baseball, a sight to see, even if it don’t make a lick of sense. Just remember, it ain’t the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog. Or somethin’ like that. I get my sayin’s mixed up sometimes. Old age, you know. It’ll get ya ever’ time.
Anyhow, I hope you learned somethin’ from this old woman. Even if it’s just how to waste a few minutes of your day readin’ my ramblings. You’re welcome, by the way.
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