Share an incident when you did some mischief and were caught because of the clues you left behind.
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one day I bunked the school and left my bag near school and hence got caught.......
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We were kids and we invented “Bedroom Baseball”
We had just arrived to the States and we were living in our first New York Apartment. It was a rather large, six room apartment on the fourth floor of this building in Brooklyn, New York.
It was an apartments with a long stretched hallway running down the middle of the place and more windows and doors then you can ever imagine.
Having newly arrived to the States, our childhood consisted of going to school and spending countless hours playing “Bedroom Baseball” in this Brooklyn stadium we called home.
You can forget Abner Doubleday. He was wrongly credited with inventing the sport of baseball.
It was WE, my brother and I, (the Double Bros) who were the true early pioneers for the game of baseball. Not only did we have the vision but we mentally owned the CONCEPT IN FORM for how the game should be played.
The game consisted of slapping a stuffed sock filled with old homework assignment sheets or newspapers at different areas of the bedroom.
One player would pitch the sock in the direction of the other player, at a relatively fast speed (think hardball) and the other player would attempt to score points by hitting the ball towards pivotal areas of the room.
Should the sock land in an adjacent room of the apartment, that would be considered a homeroom. That was possible as our bedroom had a six inch gap between our room and the adjoining living room.
If the ball landed in the hallway that was a double. If the ball was caught in midair or bounce against the wall and caught before hitting the ground it was an awesome OUT!
Yes! We had rules up the wazoo!
So it was on one of those hot days of summer that we were playing our indoor bedroom baseball when I pitched the ball relatively fast towards my brother and he missed the ball and the ball went straight out the window four floors down and landed at the feet of our Landlord who happened to own a furniture store on the ground floor.
The landlord looked up perhaps amazed and wondering where this stuffed sock came from just as we hid our tiny heads from his view.
We heard nothing more of this and there was no way on earth we were going to retrieve THAT BALL!
At month’s end, the Landlord came to collect the rent. My mother offered him coffee, placed the coffee cup on the coffee table and was counting the rent monies when my brother slapped the sock through the gap. my brother (the home run king) thrilled and full of jubilation and euphoria went to retrieve the sock only to find it on top of the coffee table plopped next to the coffee cup in full view of the Landlord eyes and my mother’s most shocking reaction.
The landlord collected his rent, thanked my mother and told my brother “thanks for the other souvenir!”
My mother was not very thrilled at what had just happened. She forbade us to play the game for the rest of the day. We spent the rest of that day coming up with new rules regarding what happens when a game is “temporarily suspended” due to unforeseen circumstances. (mother’s anger)
(Between us, yes our little secret, that’s how umpires got their authority to suspend and eject players from the game. our 1970’s unwritten rules of “bedroom baseball”.
That was 47 seasons ago…baseball lives and so does our memories!
if you know what I mean!