Laughter - The Best Medicine

Close your eyes and imagine where you would overhear comments like these: “Your breath smells like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” “My pink underwear was in the wash.” “Out of the frying pan, and made into French fries.” “I’ve moved lettuce into one of the major food groups.” Hint: it’s not a new, racy Food Network show. “How come the guys in the black jackets are just standing there and don’t play?” “My brother got hit in the nose by a girl.” “Somebody burned the hot dogs and mustard.” Can you guess yet? How about after this: “We want a pitcher, not a belly itcher.” If you guessed at last night’s JUCO game, you were right! Dan and I were sitting in front a group of about a half-dozen kids, ranging in age from 5 to 8. Dan was of course enjoying and paying attention to the game. I of course was not. Well, I was enjoying it, but not paying attention. Which is fine. I go to the games for the salted peanuts in the shell. The fact that I was totally entertained by this group of munchkins made up for the fact I had no beer to go with my peanuts. They were just so darn funny and just so kid-like! They were giggling, and fussing with each other and at times on the point of hysteria. They just plain made me laugh! I needed some laughs and they made me remember that life can be simple and fun and silly and make no sense at all. Just like their overheard comments. Just like my first sentence that I just re-read. If your eyes are closed, how can you read the comments? JUCO is fun, even if you couldn’t care less about the actual game being played. Check out these pictures and hurry to the ball park. Get your pink underwear out of the wash first.