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This, sadly, was the worst little league baseball team Oklahoma has ever, or will ever see.
Starting with Coach on the left, here is a short summary of who they were and came to be.
Reuben Moser, Coach, father to left fielder Douglas, became a coach because the previous coach of the Cardinals decided his life would be better spent on an oilrig than trying to better this sad team. In his spare time, Reuben sold knives, and often spent his nights soaking his feet in Epsom salts.
Donald Minor, Pitcher. For the life of him, he could not NOT hit a batter. He knocked out several teeth and put some of the tooth fairies in the poor house. Later in life he became a stay at home father to 14 children (3 boys and 11 girls).
Richard Lucero, Alternate Pitcher. Richard never threw a ball that made it to the plate. He didn’t even know why they made him a pitcher. Later he died in the War because the grenade just didn’t go far enough. Poor Richard.
Raymond Dougherty, Short Stop. He always forgot to chase the balls that came his way. Raymond grew up to bring to fruition fourteen new flavors of chewing gum.
Frank Meeks, Alternate Short Stop. Frank never threw the ball to the right base. Ever. Once, he just walked it over to the girl he liked (Mary) and handed it to her hoping for a date. Frank didn’t marry Mary, he married Jane and they grew really old together not doing much with the rest of their lives.
Walter Gregg, Catcher. This poor catcher had glass hands. This bode well for him later in life, having treated his hands so delicately. He was the finest of hand models for Sear’s watches.
James Arroyo, First Baseman. James was far fonder of using his base as a launch pad for his imaginary rocket ships than of tending it. Although he didn’t grow up to have anything to do with NASA, he did move to Florida so he could watch the rockets launch every now and again. Plus, he really loved the beach.
Willie Rangel, Second Baseman. Frequently Willie held up bunny ears over the Pitcher in attempts to distract the batter. It rarely worked. Willie grew up working in a factory that over the years manufactured a lot of different things. He was pretty good at that.
Ernest Yarbrough, Third Baseman. Ernest, Ernest, Ernest, the chubbiest of all the players on the team. Being so, he rarely moved far. And Earnest never could relay a ball to home plate. He used his bulk to be one of the first Strong Men contest winners in the United States.
Douglas Moser, Left Fielder. More often than not Douglas ended up wandering off no later than the third inning to get an egg cream from the soda fountain. Douglas loved food, so after he married Rosemary he moved to France and they ate baguettes and he worked in a vineyard. In my opinion, I think Douglas made it out best.
Martin Crowley, Center Fielder. This young man frequently napped on the soft green grass. He came to teach at his old high school, and frequently napped on the divan in the teachers lounge.
Eddie Law, Right Fielder. Eddie spent most of his time stretching his bubble gum up over his nostrils in attempts to blow bubbles with his nose. Eddie Law actually got in quite a bit of trouble with the law and spent most of his later years in the penitentiary. It, in fact, suited him quite well.
Alvin Villanueva, Alternate Outfielder. Alvin spent far more time picking his nose than catching fly balls. Alvin got his pilots license and flew planes until he retired. Alvin also occasionally still picked his nose.
About The Author:
Rachel Apple lives in Norman, Oklahoma with her super awesome husband Drew Apple. She is personally attempting to set the record for how many years it could possibly take to complete an undergrad program whilst still attending school full time. She doesn’t really write, but very much enjoys old photographs.
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