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How good of a player were you? List some of your favorite memories or accomplishments from your playing days.
I was in the 10-12 year old division of my little league, the most competitive division of the little league (after you pass the "majors" as they called it, and reached the 13-14 year old "juniors," no one really gave a shit).
My team, the A's, went something like 33-3 our two years playing together. The first two losses came in the first year, 2009, when we went like 11-0 to start the year, and then lost a regular season game to the fucking Cubs. We then lost in the championship to the Cubs (which was a crazy game).
My second year, in 2010, we went like 16-0 during the first 16 games. Our rival was still the Cubs, and we had swept them in the regular season that year. Then, during the final regular season game of the season, we played the lowly Phillies. They were decent, but probably went like 8-8 in the regular season up to that point. Our regular coach, who is probably the most fiery and abrasive person I've ever met in my life- he literally put the fear of God in you, had to miss the game to coach his high school team, so my neighbor at the time was coaching us. He was still a very good coach, but we ended up losing the game in the bottom of the 6th inning on a walk-off single to right field. I was playing first base and there was a line drive to the right fielder, who was my neighbor's son. He was small and only 10 years old, but he came up firing to home, and actually made a strong and accurate throw, but the guy on second slid and was clearly safe. Still, looking back, I was impressed that he made such a strong throw considering he was probably 5 foot.
We ended up beating the Cubs in the championship.
I hit 5th my first year in '09, then third my second year in '10. I am pretty proud of hitting third on a team that went like 19-1 or something in my little league.
I hit .472 in 2010. I had good power, but also drew a shit-ton of walks- I was a very patient player. They didn't calculate OBP's back then (or if they did, I didn't know mine), but I wouldn't be surprised if it was like .600 or .650.
I played first base and right field primarily (I logged like 2 innings in center field).
I wasn't fast, but I was known as an excellent baserunner. My coach, the fiery sociopath, would constantly compliment me in front of the team and use me as an example of how to be a good baserunner. I got such a good secondary jump that if the ball got away from the catcher for a second, I took the next base. I don't ever remember getting thrown out trying to steal a base, and probably had 30 stolen bases or so, despite being of average, if not below average speed.
Alas, it all went downhill from there. But I was and am still somewhat proud of that shit.
I was in the 10-12 year old division of my little league, the most competitive division of the little league (after you pass the "majors" as they called it, and reached the 13-14 year old "juniors," no one really gave a shit).
My team, the A's, went something like 33-3 our two years playing together. The first two losses came in the first year, 2009, when we went like 11-0 to start the year, and then lost a regular season game to the fucking Cubs. We then lost in the championship to the Cubs (which was a crazy game).
My second year, in 2010, we went like 16-0 during the first 16 games. Our rival was still the Cubs, and we had swept them in the regular season that year. Then, during the final regular season game of the season, we played the lowly Phillies. They were decent, but probably went like 8-8 in the regular season up to that point. Our regular coach, who is probably the most fiery and abrasive person I've ever met in my life- he literally put the fear of God in you, had to miss the game to coach his high school team, so my neighbor at the time was coaching us. He was still a very good coach, but we ended up losing the game in the bottom of the 6th inning on a walk-off single to right field. I was playing first base and there was a line drive to the right fielder, who was my neighbor's son. He was small and only 10 years old, but he came up firing to home, and actually made a strong and accurate throw, but the guy on second slid and was clearly safe. Still, looking back, I was impressed that he made such a strong throw considering he was probably 5 foot.
We ended up beating the Cubs in the championship.
I hit 5th my first year in '09, then third my second year in '10. I am pretty proud of hitting third on a team that went like 19-1 or something in my little league.
I hit .472 in 2010. I had good power, but also drew a shit-ton of walks- I was a very patient player. They didn't calculate OBP's back then (or if they did, I didn't know mine), but I wouldn't be surprised if it was like .600 or .650.
I played first base and right field primarily (I logged like 2 innings in center field).
I wasn't fast, but I was known as an excellent baserunner. My coach, the fiery sociopath, would constantly compliment me in front of the team and use me as an example of how to be a good baserunner. I got such a good secondary jump that if the ball got away from the catcher for a second, I took the next base. I don't ever remember getting thrown out trying to steal a base, and probably had 30 stolen bases or so, despite being of average, if not below average speed.
Alas, it all went downhill from there. But I was and am still somewhat proud of that shit.