This was a great story! My grandpa put chain links over the windows of their garage so we wouldn’t break them. We used a rubber ball that was in between a tennis ball and a lacrosse ball. It would ricochet so fast and go so far if you hit it good. I’m shocked we never broke anything big but we did run around west Scranton quite a bit looking for balls in the alley.
I’m glad Niles got his. What a db.
Was that first drink real? I did not expect the story to end that way, but it was interesting, nonetheless.
Thanks, Colin! We actually preferred Nerf baseballs, which were great because they were the closest thing to a real baseball, only softer. Only problem was they were pricier, and easy to lose, so we were forced to use tennis balls most of the time. I don't even think they make Nerf baseballs anymore, at least not the realistic ones they had when I was a kid. Which is a shame, because I definitely would buy them for my kids when they play around the house.
Other than a sip of beer at a family gathering, my first drink did come out of one of those stashed bottles, but it wasn't under those exact conditions. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the drink in the story. For all my vices, drinking has never been a big one, and that first drink was enough to turn me off booze for many years. Sometimes I think I can still feel the burn! Haha
What a great story! Grandpa is a bad, bad man! Don't mess with him.
This was a great story! My grandpa put chain links over the windows of their garage so we wouldn’t break them. We used a rubber ball that was in between a tennis ball and a lacrosse ball. It would ricochet so fast and go so far if you hit it good. I’m shocked we never broke anything big but we did run around west Scranton quite a bit looking for balls in the alley.
I’m glad Niles got his. What a db.
Was that first drink real? I did not expect the story to end that way, but it was interesting, nonetheless.
Thanks, Colin! We actually preferred Nerf baseballs, which were great because they were the closest thing to a real baseball, only softer. Only problem was they were pricier, and easy to lose, so we were forced to use tennis balls most of the time. I don't even think they make Nerf baseballs anymore, at least not the realistic ones they had when I was a kid. Which is a shame, because I definitely would buy them for my kids when they play around the house.
Other than a sip of beer at a family gathering, my first drink did come out of one of those stashed bottles, but it wasn't under those exact conditions. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the drink in the story. For all my vices, drinking has never been a big one, and that first drink was enough to turn me off booze for many years. Sometimes I think I can still feel the burn! Haha
Don't mess with Grandpa. Wonderful story. ✨
Thanks, man. And yeah, always a good rule to live by.