08/05/11 - 1:01pm
Earlier this week, I was thinking about nothing in particular when onto the fly-specked screen of my memory flickered a scene from the distant past, and I found myself yelling, “Annie Annie Over!”
“Where did that come from?” I wondered aloud. Then it came to me.
“Annie Annie Over” was a game from my kidhood — one that combined some of the more exciting elements of baseball. I’m don’t mean the hitting, throwing and catching, though that was part of it. I mean the deceit, the suspense and the danger.