365 Blog-Day 23

Scene from The Sandlot

Ham Porter: Hey, Smalls, you wanna s'more?

Smalls: Some more of what?

Ham Porter: No, do you wanna s'more?

Smalls: I haven't had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?

Ham Porter: You're killing me Smalls! These are s'more's stuff! Alrite now pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the 'mallow. When the 'mallows flaming... you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good!

We had S'mores tonight at home group. Thought of this movie when we gathered around the campfire after having taco-pile-on. It's a great movie that made s'mores famous and in which my nickname comes from.

I have always been one to do things differently. When I was first learning how to throw a softball, I was a pretty scrawny kid. I wanted to play outfield, but couldn't get the ball into the infield without throwing a funky sidearm. My dad, brother, Coach Soliz, Coach Cox, and a throwing specialist all tried to help me rid the habit, but they were never successful. To this day I have a wild arm, but I have adapted and can throw down to the catcher from centerfield...well, I could back in the day. It might have ended up in the dugout a few times, but I could throw it hard and fast...just not accurate. So, needless to say, since I was about 12 I've had the nickname Smalls. :)