Friday
Man, what a different world I lived in back then. I haven't seen a musical in probably a decade. No, I take that back -- I've seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
Interesting to see myself write such an insensitive comment about some of the performers, including some I knew.
One of the amazing things about dating Melissa was how unconcerned her parents were about when I got her home. Right from the start, they trusted that even if we were out late, we were safe.
Saturday
Ah, the Knothole World Series, when the Knothole coaches let loose and got goofy. They were a bunch of college kids, and had a sort of frat-boy camaraderie that I just started to crack into that year -- partly because I'd been too shy in years prior. They were all good natured and friendly -- they pretty much had to be to work with a hundred or so 6- to 12-year-olds -- and did a lot of clowning around when they weren't out of the field.
Actually, they did quite a bit of clowning around when they were working, too, and the Knothole World Series was sort of the culmination. They spray-painted the helmets with funny designs, had announcers calling the game -- which was played on the "big" field directly behind the concession stand (as opposed to the smaller ones flanking it) -- and had fake advertising billboards out on the outfield wall. It was fun to watch and a blast for the kids. I remember playing in it when I was a kid, and it was the highlight of every summer.
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