My Friend Norm

Norm and I met back in 2006 when I joined the neighborhood softball team. It was a tight-knit group of guys that had “founded” the community in 2004.

My family and I moved from California in late 2005, about a year after the first wave of residents. I was 26, just out of the Navy and full of confidence, youth and naivety.

One day we were playing a double-header and I got brought in from the outfield to play first base in the second game. Toward the end of the game I was having a hard time getting to the errant balls being thrown at me with my glove too small to adequately catch first base balls. I told the guys to try and get the balls up so I could possibly make a play. In my head I wasn’t trying to be derogatory or mean, just doing what I was used to doing in competitive sports.

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