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The Pitcher and the Painter
In late summer of 1961 one magical evening,
I for the first time would witness the legendary
King and His Court 4 man softball team.
Needless to say it left an indelible mark on me
that would change my life forever. After years
of hard work and a passion for the great game
of fastpitch it would provide me the opportunity
to fulfill my dreams as a boy and see the world as a ballplayer.


After almost four decades, 33 countries and close to 6000
cities played in, I now realize how little it had to do with
playing ball but so much to do with finding self and soul.
It provided me the opportunity and confidence to do so many
different and exciting things in my life especially in the
creative and spiritual sense. I am forever indebted to the
King - Eddie Feigner for believing in me as a young teen
and for giving me the outlet to experience the joy of life.


The road sometimes bumpy and hazardous took many twists
and turns for this barnstormer. But in the end through the grace
of God and my boyhhood idol it has been a glorious journey.
To suit up nightly as a member of the court has given me more
then I could ever have imagined from that first night I saw the original team.


Hold onto your dreams, they come true if you never let go!


"and through us pours rivers of living waters as He opens oasis
and wells; uses our hands and feet, enlarges and extends
the footsteps beneath us, and in His image and likeness,
we do great things in lively spirit and good humor."

IMAGO DEI

"If you pray, don't worry!
If you worry, don't pray"
Fundraiser for Women's Rescue Mission Ghetto Stress, Livity in the Hood

Lyrics from the song 'One Step Porch' by Rich Hoppe

I'm standing on a one step porch and it's attached to a dangerous street
I'm saying goodbye to this week's mama with my chuckies on my feet
I'm living hour to hour, sometimes breath to breath
what day of the week could I meet my death?

Anger, jealousy, hatred and greed. I'm growing up in racism as one nasty seed.
Been moved about, been shifted, been given away from the age of reason
my very first day
I'm just a number in the system eating prefab food.
Am I bad, am I ugly, or just no good? Bad looks, negative vibes, hey what did you say?
Who's gonna save me on this glorious day?
Black, brown, red, yellow or white. Change the world this day before it 'comes night.
And let your smile fly like a dove. Let the food you eat be almighty love.

So whether your God's a woman or your Jesus is black, she's standing in front of you
and he's got your back.
All brother and sisters created above and the face of your God is mercy and love.
As it is written and the Good Book say you gotta take with you good works each and every day.
Take a little of what is given and give the rest away. Love, teach that love, be humble and pray.
Put your arm around someone who's hurting and lift them up.
Be a friend, leave no doubt. Build a solid trust. Protect and shelter, eye to eye.
Take a sip from the sacred cup and teach the world the difference between love and lust for we're all standing on a one step porch and it's attached to a dangerous street.

This song dedicated to all those young people who came to my classroom that were considered throw away kids, foster kids, gang kids and prison kids, no count kids. You're all my heroes.

Sung to the tune of the Trumpet Rhythm.

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