My oldest is a good baseball player. Baseball is his passion. He loves it. He has a good swing. He doesn’t hit for power, but he doesn’t swing and miss either.
Last weekend, we had at the little league fundraiser. Part of that was a home run / hitting contest.
The winner of each team advanced and stayed to compete against other teams and the field would narrow throughout the day.
It was cloudy and rainy and generally yucky all day.
My kid gets up there swinging for the fences and doesn’t even touch a ball. Not one.
In the car on the ride home, he says to my wife and I, “Who would want to stay in the rain and play baseball?”
The term “sour grapes” comes from one of Aesop’s fables:
In the story, there is a fox who sees a bowl of beautiful grapes on a table outside behind a house. They are ripe and juicy and they look delicious.
The fox tries to jump up onto the table to get the grapes, but he can’t reach.
He tries again, but he cannot get up high enough.
Those grapes look good, so he jumps again and again, but comes up short.
Finally, dejected, he turns his back on the table.
“The grapes are probably sour anyway,” he says and skulks off.
I know PA students who are filled with sour grapes. Let’s get you up on that table eating those sweet delicious grapes.
Brian Wallace