When I was a child I wanted to join little league. My father had a different idea. "You can play for 'Los Cubanitos' kids team in Union City" he said.
"But Dad? We don't even live in Union City."
"Don't worry about it. You are going to be great because you can hit with the left and the right."
Little did he know that my being ambidextrous really meant that I couldn't hit either way. Well I never played for the Cubanitos or pro ball for that matter. I must have shattered my Cuban father's dreams.
Lou
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Remembering Dad's accent, it was probably something like "Dunt worry." Ah, those were the days.
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