The Flower Garden Wiffle Ball Field

Welcome to readers visiting Help Readers Too from the EXCURSIONS Journey To Health Wiffle Ball Newsletter.  I hope you enjoyed reading Two Boys at the Bat.

Here’s a quick tour of The Flower Garden, the backyard field where the story took place, as well as a challenge for careful readers later in the post.

Here's the view of home plate from the pitcher's mound followed by a close up of the batter's box.  There used to be a fire pit where home plate is, but we replaced it with landscaping bricks for the batter's box.  (You know ... priorities.)  Now we have a portable fire pit, so the bricks serve as both batter's box and a campfire location.  The backstop is a bit off center since pretty much everyone who plays here is right handed.

Here's the view from the batter's box down the right field line.  Off the back wall of the house or in the landscaping is a triple.  On the patio or roof is a home run, but woe to anyone who messes up the DirecTV dish.  Too bad we don't have more lefties.  It's a short porch wasted.

Now here's the left field line.  The home run line is at the bottom of the ditch.  The swing set is foul, but the slide is in fair territory and just behind the doubles line which runs behind both trees.  Any hit ball that touches either tree is playable, but if it drops it's only a single. The telephone pole, wires, and cables are also in play.  Every once in a while a ball will reach the road.

The pitcher's mound is just an eight foot piece of leftover particle board, and I'm open to suggestions for a more aesthetic solution.  We don't want anything permanent in the middle of the yard so the landscaping bricks aren't an option ... yet.

Here are three pictures from the patio in right center field.  The second and third images show the triples line which runs from the patio around the telephone pole and the home run line in the ditch.  The home run line is very deep in dead center field, then runs down the lowest part of the ditch.  It's been raining a lot lately, so most of it is under water.  Not good for seeing the line, but great fun for outfielders on deep fly balls, sort of like a squishy warning track.

So that's the field, but here are a couple other parts that make it unique.  We named the field The Flower Garden in honor of Mom.  It originally was going to be called The Brickyard because years ago there used to be a brick factory across the road.  We decided on The Flower Garden instead since Mom has some awesome flowers around the house and to honor of moms everywhere who tell their kids, "Stay out of the flower garden!"  At least we won't have to.

The ball bucket was decorated by neighborhood kids.  We hang it on a shepherd's hook simply because there are flowers like that around the house and we thought it would be funny.  The scoreboard is home made.  In this picture it shows no outs in the bottom of the seventh with the score 15 to 8.  The green clothes pin used to mark the inning is kind of hard to see.

We keep all the bats in a plastic tub along with all the ropes used to line the field.  We always used regular bats before this summer.  We knew Wiffle Ball bats would be light, but when they arrived we were surprised just how light they really were.  We knew that taping them up makes them heavier and more durable, so we decided it we might as well have fun with the taping.

All the kids in the neighborhood have their own bat, and when people from outside the neighborhood come over to play, the kids take great pride when their bat is chosen by someone else.  Here's a close-up of a couple bats.

Most of the bats have a color pattern or design of some sort, basically whatever the owner felt like at the time.  This Fourth of July bat is the only one intentionally designed around a specific theme.

Thanks again to everyone who stopped by after reading Two Boys at the Bat in the EXCURSIONS Journey To Health Wiffle Ball Newsletter.  If you have any questions or comments, I'd love to hear them.  Leave a comment below or send me an email.

And here's the challenge.  Did anyone notice the inconsistency between the poem and the pictures?  Leave a comment or send me an email if you think you know, and I'll post what it is - along with picture evidence - sometime in the near future.

Where's the Continuity?

Last month I wrote a newspaper column about going outside. Getting the kids from the neighborhood together, running around, making up the rules as you go, faking injuries to trick Dad. You know, playing.

I just realized that the topic of this month's column might be the exact opposite of last month's. How can a writer focus on the joys of playing outside one month and follow that up with video games the next?

Let's just blame winter in Wisconsin. I did shovel snow three times the other day. Does that count?

Let me know. In the meantime, here's the column and here's the printable version.

Dream Life

I'm not complaining, so don't get any misconceptions about me being some malcontent coasting through life. Not at all. I just find it funny that the cartoons my kids watch strike me as hilarious. I've liked SpongeBob since I first learned he lived in a pineapple under the sea. I even thought Dora was sort of cool with her type-A personality forcing my children to think everything through in three simple steps. Over the bridge, through the forest, up the mountain! (I wish they'd extend those preschool lessons to elementary school. Unload the backpack, do the homework, repack for tomorrow!)

But now it's been Phineas and Ferb, and it has been at least since summer. This morning was my favorite episode, the one where Phineas and Ferb get Love Handel back together for their parents' anniversary. My favorite scene is the song I Ain't Go Rhythm when Phineas and Ferb go to the library to convince Swampy to rejoin the band. He swears he has no rhythm, despite the sound being made as he checks in book.

Sherman, as Swampy is now known, declares "Look, I got a sweet deal going on here, I got all the books that I can read, all these sweet old ladies and this carpet from the 80's, what more could a librarian need?" What more, indeed?

A song breaks out, very rhythmic of course, and Sherman decides to rejoin the band. As a bonus, it ends with a scene reminiscent of the Blues Brothers as they wheel Swampy and his drum set out the door.

Sherman/Swampy. Lived the life of a rockstar. Now lives the life of a librarian. That's a sweet gig if you can get it.

Thank You for Favorite Things

The auction has been completed, and I'd like to offer a big THANK YOU to the person who found it in their heart this Christmas season to purchase the copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe featuring an autographed letter from C. S. Lewis.

I know, I know, $9,200 is a substantial sum of money for a book, but compared to the $115,000 for the original Alice's copy of Through the Looking Glass and What She Found There or the $92,000 for Beatrix Potter's personal copy of The Tale of Peter Rabbit it's a steal.

So again, to the kind-hearted soul who purchased that special copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in the recent auction, thank you. After my recent post about the auction, I just know you did it for me. But don't worry, mum's the word - wink, wink - your secret's safe with me.

I'll act all surprised when I pull that wonderful package out from under my tree on Christmas morning.

More Favorite Things!

A couple weeks ago I posted on the unlikely combination of two of my favorite things - children's books and NFL football. Not long after I read of this upcoming auction.

Pat McInally played in the NFL for 10 years, from 1976 - 1985. He scored the only verified perfect score on the Wonderlic Test, which football geeks like me recognize as an intelligence test taken by prospective NFL players and discussed at length leading up to the NFL draft in April.

McInally has also collected children's books for over 20 years. And now, he's decided, it's time to sell. So check the couch cushions, take the hammer to the piggy bank, and someone, somewhere, please, get me that copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Take a look at this collection and tell me if you don't start drooling. (I'm assuming card-carrying children's book enthusiasts are reading this.) The copy of Through the Looking Glass owned by the real Alice. A first edition of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, a signed copy of The House at Pooh Corner, numerous copies of inscribed Harry Potter books, and the guest register from Boston's The Old Corner Book Store with signatures upon doodles upon signatures upon sketches of some of the most famous names in children's literature.

Really, what are going to do with that extra $100,000 you got lying around, anyway?

Remember When We Just Played?

I must be getting old because I remember when play involved other kids, outside, and usually a ball of some sort. We made up rules, changed them to our own advantage, and sometimes quit and took our ball home with us, or at least threatened to.

Now, too often, play involves other kids via wireless connections, inside, and something that must be plugged in, or at least recharged. The rules are embedded into the game's code, and if you threaten to go home, there's always someone else in cyberspace able to take your place.

My latest column is all about the former kind of play and how I introduced it to the kids. Actually, they were already well versed, but a refresher course is always good, especially for a kid getting old like me.

Click here for the column or here for the printable version.

Parents, Vacation, and the Kids

Have you walked into a room and realized that you still had something from the previous activity that has nothing to do with the present one? Something like grabbing the milk out of the fridge and realizing you still hold the dirty spade from working in the flower garden? Once I sat down behind the wheel of the van and noticed I was still holding the book I had been reading.

Gentlemen - I wouldn't think to ask the ladies this question - ever walk into the bathroom and realize you still have the TV remote in your hand?

My wife and I recently enjoyed a childless weekend together. A childless getaway, and we somehow took the children.

New column in the local newspaper today. Click here to read how it happened or click here for the printable version.

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

From the "Oh-Do-I-Wish-I-Had-Thought-of-This-First" Department comes the combination - the collision, if you will - of two of the greatest parts of life. As John Madden would say, "Here, see, we got a football game. There's the eleven guys and this big, green field and everything and they're playing football. And then - BOOM! - there's a pigeon and, y'know, that pigeon, he's gonna play football in the National Fooball League."

Read all about it, including what I believe is an exclusive interview with the pigeon and his spokesman, Mo Willems, at Football Outsiders, a site highly recommended by yours truly.

Football. Children's books. My basement is a shrine to both at once. How many people can claim that? (I'm counting hands ... let's see ... there's me ... and, uh ... the resident seven-year-old's got his hand up ... so that's ... two. Me and the boy, and we share the same basement.)



And really, honestly, if the pigeon was going to play in the NFL, what other team would he join? (I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be too happy with that video's caption, either.)

The Autumn Wind is a Pigeon
Blustering in from sea
With a rollicking song he sweeps along
swaggering boisterously
His face is weather beaten
He wears a hooded sash
With his silver hat about his head
And a bristly black moustache
He growls as he storms the country
A villain big and bold
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake
As he robs them of their gold
The Autumn wind is a Raider
Pillaging just for fun
He'll knock you 'round and upside down
And laugh when he's conquered and won.

North! Or Be Eaten - The Ain't It Creative Angle

One of the components of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness that immediately drew me to it was, simply put, its uniqueness. Sure, it shares character traits with traditional fantasy, but there are aspects I'd never seen before. Which of course brings us to...

The Ain’t It Creative Angle

All of the quirks readers quickly came to love (or love to hate) in Book One are back. The toothy cows of Skree are still toothy and vicious. Totaters are still a vegetable of choice. Horned hounds still haunt the forest. Now added to the mix are Bomnubbles and snickbuzzards and quill diggles and a gargan rockroach.

Footnotes are still used, although less than in Book One. This time the footnotes offer complimentary information to events, characters, or places in the story. There aren't as many invented sources and Skreean publishing houses, but if it's included in the footnotes, it must be important to know that the "unknown areas beyond the edges of the maps were referred to as 'the places beyond the edges of the maps.'" And any reading would be incomplete if the reader wasn't told that Alma Rainwater was considered a revolutionary poet because her style "rhymed and followed a strict form called ba-dum-ba-dum pentameter."

And rest assured that Janner, Tink, and Leeli still study their T.H.A.G.S., the "Three Honored and Great Subjects: Word, Form, and Song. Some silly people think that there's a fourth Honored and Great Subject, but those scientists are woefully mistaken."

At least the mathematicians have some company.

North! Or Be Eaten - The Darkness Angle

I loved how On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness made me smile. The smiles don't disappear completely with North! Or Be Eaten, but the crease between my eyebrows grew more predominant. I can't stay this way throughout the series. It can't. That doesn't mean it can't get worse before it gets better, but in order to have a satisfying victory at the end - which I'm hoping there is - readers must have a true understanding of how bad the situation for the characters has become. It's now much clearer, which brings us to...

The Darkness Angle

It was easy to think and hope, as Tink does, that it would be much easier to quietly go back to the cottage and live peacefully and quietly without drawing any undue attention from Fangs, Gnag the Nameless, or even a stray garden thwap. But as details of Gnag’s rule are revealed, it becomes clearer how repressive his rule truly is. There is no chance of quiet peacefulness anymore.

The Stranders living on the banks of the River Blapp live self-sufficiently, relying on grit, determination, and a good amount of wickedness. Children taken on the Black Carriage are simply “tools” working in the cruel Fork! Factory! making Fang weapons. Children and families, when given a seemingly obvious choice of freedom or joining Gnag, repeatedly choose the latter. The homeless and desperate adults of Dugtown are willing to do all manner of evil to reclaim their stolen children.

And Podo. Oh, Podo.

North! Or Be Eaten - The Bigger Picture Angle

My post title calls this "The Bigger Picture Angle," but the working title for me has been...

The “I’m Being Set Up For Something Bigger” Angle

Remember the moment you discovered that the name Sirius Black first appeared in Sorcerer’s Stone? That I-cannot-believe-it’s-been-there-all-along moment when you began to understand, just a bit, how the entire tapestry was being woven, yarn by unbelievable yarn, right from the start and you began reading more carefully, determined not to let another clue slip by?

Is it possible for an author to have that same feeling while writing? I’m guessing it is. I’m guessing Andrew Peterson is enjoying his yarn spinning so much that when he pulls a character, mentioned once, from page 8 of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, it’s impossible for him not to tell you – which he does in the footnotes on page 191.

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness is full of foreshadow and unanswered questions and facts planted, not as throwaway details, but as foundational blocks upon which the entire story is being built. Many are revealed in North! Or Be Eaten – Podo skipping the Dragon Day Festival, Leeli’s music, the mysterious sea dragons, Oskar’s weapons cache, Peet’s talons – and, I’m guessing, plenty more are right there in plain sight, waiting to be discovered.

North! Or Be Eaten - The Character Angle

It’s taken me a while to complete my review of North! Or Be Eaten by Andrew Peterson, mostly because I couldn’t decide which angle to take. I'm still not sure I chose the correct one. So over the next couple days I’m presenting all of them here. My official review can be found over at Help Readers Love Reading!

Ultimately I went with...

The Character Angle:

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness introduced us to the Igibys, but North! Or Be Eaten delves much deeper in the characters. Janner begins to understand the responsibility that comes with the title of Throne Warden and the difficulty of achieving the standard expected of him. While he deals with each lapse in responsibility, he sinks a bit closer to what Peet has become because of his own perceived failures, even while Peet soars, newly refreshed, into his new responsibility of protecting the Jewels of Anniera.

Tink’s act-first, think-later personality hasn’t changed, but the stakes have grown. As dangerous as it was for him to leave Janner to run into the forest alone in Book One, now that Gnag the Nameless is aware of the Jewels’ presence, Tink’s actions have him facing something more deadly than a toothy cow of Skree.

Leeli displays maturity and calm when others are on the verge of panic. Her musical ability becomes more than music, but contains within it the power to encourage and uplift her siblings.

Podo’s pirate history is a far cry from innocent seafarer. He was a pirate, in the true sense of the word.

Oskar N. Reteep is … well, he’s still roly-poly but his experiential knowledge is quickly catching up to his book knowledge.

Nia, as circumstances demand, becomes more queen-like with each passing chapter. She leads forcefully when necessary and lovingly when needed but always remains a mother who loves her children, who wants to protect them, all the while allowing them to grow and become the leaders their kingdom needs.

So that's the angle I went with for my review. Check back over the next few days as I offer a few more thoughts about North! Or Be Eaten.