![]() Spectators outnumber the players, with everyone catching up on health, family and retirement plans it could be the best part of a class reunion. Come to my help, speak for me, pray with me, intercede on my behalf before the Father. Rita, so humble, so pure, so mortified, so patient and of such compassionate love for the Crucified Jesus that thou co. You know well my trials, for you yourself were many times burdened in this life. Rita, whose pleadings before thy Divine Lord are almost irresistible, who for thy lavishness in granting favors hast been called the Advocate of the HOPELESS and even of the IMPOSSIBLE St. You know well my trials, for you yourself were. Rita, rightly called Saint of the Impossible, I come to you with confidence in my great need. Rita, rightly called Saint of the Impossible, I come to you with confidence in my great need. Most everyone grew up in the neighborhood. PRAYER TO SAINT RITA (When in special need.) O powerful St. The next hitter steps into the batter’s box puffing on a half-smoked stogie. Fate knew no kindness this day, as Torres committed an error in the first inning allowing the opposing leadoff hitter to get to first.Ī voice from the sidelines wonders aloud as a young ringer hustles to make a catch on a dying quail to short center. Ignore the paunches and receding hairlines to a batter, every hitter seems to swing for the fence. Rules are modified to pitcher’s hand or two strikes and you are out. Christopher Sterling Silver Baseball Medal Saint Rita baseball medal-pendant. Some show up with a well-worn glove and others are content to watch from the sidelines on a folding chair. Only this gathering of 100 or so folks are here to reminisce as much as play ball. For the last 15 years Torres and his friends have gathered for a softball game in the old neighborhood. ![]() Where Proust had his teas and cakes, this group has leather baseball gloves on this asphalt field of dreams. ![]() Rita’s Church just off Brady Street a collection of kids-turned-middle-aged-men are gathered at Cass Street Playground. On Sunday afternoon, in the shadow of St. Third baseman John Torres is having about as much luck getting players to listen as his teachers did decades ago. “We need more hitters-who hasn’t been picked yet?” ![]()
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