If You’re Going To Watch One Backyard Wiffle Ball Highlight In Your Lifetime, Let It Be This One
Dad: How’s the job search, son?
Son: Dad I told you my dreams are bigger than being a mindless corporate lemming.
Dad: What’s your five year plan?
Son: Me and the boys just completed a regulation sized wiffle ball field in the backyard and have a scrimmage against the JV high school team next month. Please don’t interrupt my training with your “parenting” bullshit.
Dad: Why can’t you be more like your brother?
Son: Oh the brother who can’t even hit a slider and who has zero field awareness?
Dad: ….you’re adopted.
When I was a kid my dreams as to make SportsCenter Top 10. When I got older I came to the morbid realization that no one was filming my intramural games and my dreams slipped away, as they tend to do. This clip gives me hope that even the most recreational of sports can lead to everlasting glory. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to drain my 401K and start turning my parents’ backyard into the Field of Dreams. Don’t @ me, dad.
P.S. If you’re going to watch two wiffle ball clips in your lifetime, this is the other one. I have 25 years on this little bugger and 25 percent the swag.
[h/t Starting 9]