The other day when I wrote about things that make me laugh, I did leave a big one out that I did remember. When the kids were young, we frequently went to see the local team, The Memphis Chicks.

During our time at the ballpark, we were fortunate to witness several exceptional talents, including the remarkable pitcher David Cone. From the moment I first saw him play, I was convinced he was destined for a stellar career in the major leagues.

If my memory is correct, we attended a baseball game, eagerly anticipating David Cone’s pitching performance. His reputation on the mound drew us to the stadium, hoping to witness his skill and precision in action.

In the midst of a typical Memphis downpour, the groundskeepers swiftly unfurled the protective tarp across the baseball diamond. Somewhere around the fourth inning, Cone, with a burst of playful energy, took a running start and dramatically slid across the rain-soaked tarp, creating a moment of unexpected levity during the weather delay.

As the thunderous applause erupted, he rose triumphantly, arms raised in a victorious gesture. Suddenly, the umpires burst onto the scene, their stern expressions cutting through the celebration, swiftly guiding him away from the tarp with sharp, authoritative gestures.

As the umpires retreated, Cone glanced over his shoulder, then back at the tarp. Suddenly, he sprinted toward the plastic covering, sliding with even more enthusiasm than before. Drenched from head to toe, he was clearly reveling in the moment until the umpires charged after him, shouting and gesturing emphatically.

David Cone’s daring slides captivated the crowd, each one more audacious than the last. Despite the umpires’ apparent frustration, their reactions seemed suspiciously choreographed, as if part of an unspoken performance. His bold maneuvers, while technically questionable, were executed with such flair that even the officials appeared more bemused than truly angry. The electric atmosphere of those moments was infectious, stirring a vicarious thrill that some spectators likely yearned to join the spectacle, to feel the rush of defying convention on the baseball diamond.

I vividly recall the event, certain that a recording must exist somewhere. Upon returning home, the scene unfolded on television with an almost choreographed precision. Despite extensive online research, I couldn’t definitively verify Cone’s involvement. If anyone has concrete information, I would greatly appreciate hearing from you.

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