Intentional Walk

Once upon a time I did a whole bunch of research on my hometown, Cooperstown, which is also the home of the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Tourists come here in droves in the summer for baseball stuff — but the village is so much more than baseball.

Years ago, when I was taking care of my father, the home health aide came and shoo me out of the house. “Go do something for yourself,” she would say.

So I would go to the research library. I mean, isn’t that where everyone would want to go?

I researched the town, the old homes, the founders, etc. I made up a walking tour of the village and walked it a gazillion times with one of my daughter. She knew the tour better than I did, I think.

Then I was talking with one of my sons and asked what he would call a non-baseball tour of Cooperstown. He thought about it, and then said, “An Intentional Walk.”

I loved it.

(For those who don’t know, an intentional walk IS a baseball term for when the pitcher decides to throw four balls and intentionally walk the batter because he would rather face the next guy in the line-up. These days, the pitcher doesn’t even have to throw the four balls. They can just declare it. Where’s the fun in that?)

But life happened.

My father died.

We had a pandemic.

I took a full-time job.

The Intentional Walk fell by the wayside. Maybe I should resurrect it.

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This post is brought to you by the JusJoJan prompt: Intentional