Donkey baseball & the Old men and women play

One of my favorite ball game of the year was when the old men would play the women’s team. It was usually the last game of the season.  My mom played on the women’s team and my dad played on the old men’s team.

Well maybe it was the donkey baseball team. Seemed like dad always got the good donkey, he bucked or he went the wrong way. What great times.

Anyway the old men’s team goal was to frustrate the women and have a blast. Dad was an amazing ball player and unless you could really pitch he could place that ball so well you would think he threw it by hand.  He used to love to hit it right over mom’s head and watch her jump and run. Every time he came to bat you knew it was going right over mom’s head. She would move closer in, she would move further out, she would play to the left, she would play to the right and every time right over her head. She would give him such dirty looks and then everyone would laugh. It was a big game with her.

The old men used to love to put a whole bunch of balls in their pockets and when the women would get a good hit they would get a ball out of their pocket and throw to first base.  It was good clean fun and lots of laughter as the woman ran no matter what ball went to first, every ball they hit was a home run because they never stopped until they got to home plate. Striking them out was the only way to get them out.

I would laugh so hard because you just knew what was coming and it was fun to watch the other one try their best to screw up the other team.

In Donkey ball it was really funny cause dad was an amazing ball player but I really think the guy with the donkey asked who he should give what donkey to. Dad would hit it clear over everyone’s head and he was lucky to get to first base. He would go to third, or maybe second or even out to help the fielder but he did not go to first base. He also went to the ground sometimes and that donkey would bray and look at him like ha, ha, ha and dad would get up and take off running after that donkey and the donkey would run like mad. If dad stopped the donkey would stop and laugh at him. Sometimes he would run so fast he would catch the donkey but then the real fight started. I don’t think he ever scored a run in donkey baseball….lol

Good old tummy hurting, eyes tearing fun.  The games I have gone to after I grew up the main thing the donkey will do is walk off the other directions and refuse to move. I was so disappointed because dad’s team donkey’s were live wires. I suppose in this day and age you would get sued because someone got bucked off and hurt.  I miss those games.