YOU'RE OUT!

The other day I was reminded of one of the first jaw dropping stories during the dating stages with my fiance.  After a few months, we decided it was time for he and I to meet our respective children.  At the time, they ranged from 5 years old to 13 years old. He having 3 children and me having 2. We decided we would take our families and meet up at the mall, which we did.  After the greet and meet we decided to go play miniature golf and then baseball at the local field.  Everyone was in position as we took turns hitting the ball and running the bases.  Soon, it was my fiance's turn to bat.  Now, I remind you, he was born and raised in Italy where they don't play baseball, and I soon learned that the extent of his knowledge of this All American Sport was that he knew someone hit the ball, someone catches the ball and the goal was to come back to home plate.  That was the extent of his understanding of this game.  He gets up to home plate, stretches and takes a typical stance getting ready to hit the ball, all excited to play this American sport and attempt to make a home run!  He's ready!  One of the kids was the pitcher and so the ball is thrown.  Sure enough my fiance swings and hits the ball pretty far.  He runs and runs and runs around the bases as fast as he can with a smile from ear to ear.  He is SO proud of himself!  The whole while he hears us SCREAMING at him, but has no clue what we are all saying.  He assumes we are cheering him on and sure enough, he rounds the last base and comes home, stomps on home plate and jumps up and down saying, "I made a home run!"  Only for his ego to be shot down when he finally heard what we were saying....."YOU RAN THE WRONG WAY, IT DOESN'T COUNT!"   Yes, after hitting the ball, he had run as fast as he could to THIRD base, then to SECOND base, then to FIRST base, then HOME!  Once he finally understood our explanation of how he ran the wrong way and his "homerun" didn't count,  he threw up his hands, said some curses in Italian and sat on the bench, never again to pick up a bat or ball!  After a short while of bench time, bored to death, he suggested we all go out for Pizza!   Never again did we play baseball as a whole, but many a times we all went out together to eat Pizza!  THAT, he could do well!