While on my brief paternity leave, I have been doing a little cleaning up of boxes from the basement, stuff my parents brought to my house once we got settled a few years back. This includes a bunch of Fisher Price toys that I had when I was a kid, some single-purpose electronic games that have one one-billionth the power of a Nintendo DS but look like they might sell on EBay for above their original price, some trophies, t-shirts, and many other knick knacks.
I also came across a little stats card from one of my years in little league back in 1985. It says:
Yankees [ed. booo, I can't believe I played for a team called Yankees] 2nd Place [hopefully behind the Red Sox!] 1985 At Bat 43 Hits 18 Singles 9 Doubles 4 Triples 4 Home Runs 1 Walks 10 Strike Outs 9 Outs 13 Stolen Bases 12 [apparently I was quick] AVERAGE 419
Not bad, eh? Of course, within a few years I was warming the pine and my coach had switched me from hitting right-handed to left-handed because I actually had better mechanics that way, even though I’m right handed. Yep, baseball was just not in my blood.