Since he’s a Geezer I insist that he no longer do dumb stuff like slide into base. So when he came home with his knees all scratched up and his boxers filled with dirt I got mad.
“You promised you wouldn’t do dumb stuff,” I reminded him.
“I didn’t slide into base.” Mr. W told me. “I hit a solid line drive and was running to first base. I tripped over my feet and face planted. The earth shook.”
I blanched, he patted me and said “It gets better. The kid on first base dropped his glove and came running towards me saying, “Mister, are you alright?”
I started to laugh – Mr. W continued. “I crawled right past him and got my hand on first base. SAFE.”