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The Games Ja-Pickneys Play
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Last night,
my bert-day night,
'round 'bout 10-pm-ish
as i lounged on my new-new pretty-pretty bamboo *seat* WITH foot-rest,
and
basked in the moon-glow,
with a cool-cool breeze blowing over the hills
and
looking up
counting the stars
by the time i got to 1,254 stars
I heard giggling, joyous shouting, likkle happy squeals, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off in the distance,,,,,,,,,,,'bout 175 yards from me & my new chill-spot
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me nose-y,
so
i set down my cup-o-tea,
lit a CravenA
and strolled down the lane
to see
from whence cometh the noise.
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in the distance,
under a bright street-light
were 'bout 8-9 children
moving about & making the noise(s)
in the middle of the road
as i got closer,
i saw there actually only 4 playing '.The Game.'
The Game
involved a team of 2-pickney each
in-*theory* the playing *field*
was laid-out much like a regular foreign/USofA baseball/softball diamond
...with home-plate (which was a stick)
.......and three-other bases at the same baseball diamond points.
now,
here's the FUN-part.
there's a ball, duh, of course
BUT:::>> the ball was an empty/used box-drink carton, which I was told was stuff-ed with ".bush." ----- stay tuned, 'cause i KNOW to this ball-stuffing than just-bush ---- gotta be the *proper* bush, i'm sure ..... further research is required
first-base was a light/utility pole
second base was a rock in the middle of the road
and third was another rock on the of the road opposite the light pole
* whew *
that was a lot to type na tru
oh
oh
oh:::>> when asked, they told me the game was called "..Bat-Ball.."
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
i betta hit the post-button before i type more
i don't trust Jamaica's power, computer system
...don't wanna loose all this type-ing stuff
...soon come back with the rest of the story...