Growing up in Long Island, my neighborhood was just like the movie "Sandlot". Every kid played baseball. After school, I would get on my Schwinn Stingray (still the most reliable form of transportation I have ever owned) and start rounding up the guys. We would play baseball every day until it got dark. If we could only get 8 or 9 guys, we'd play 1/2 field (anything right of 2nd base was an out). The game always went on.
My game was mostly like Mets shortstop Bud Harrellson. I was thin and fast, a good contact hitter and could spread the ball around, but couldn't hit for power. I had a quick glove and was excellent defensively.
My church started a league and I was age-eligeable for 2 years...that was the only organized little league I was in and my Dad was the coach.
I went out for the High School team as a 2nd baseman. When the team was announced, coach told me I made it...as a pitcher!! Yikes...! Luckily my cousin was a good enough pitcher to get a tryout with the Astros organization (he didn't make it) and he taught me a lot. I had a fair fastball but I could throw a slider and slow curve for strikes. I also mixed in a 3 finger spread change-up. It was freakin hillarious watching hitters try to crush this meat-ball and always be way out front. Unfortunately my first season on the team was ruined by a broken finger on my pitching hand, and my junior year season cut short by a massive leg injury. As a high school senior I figured out I was a better capitalist than a baseball player, so that was it. :D
About 12 years ago a friend introduced me to the strato board game. I loved it instantly. We went to tournaments in Toronto every year. Then he moved to Texas and that was it. Two years ago that same friend invited me to an online strat league...and the rest is history. Oh yeah. Crossingroads...I listened to the '68 Tigers/Cardinals series on my transistor radio!!
One last thought...I live about 2 1/2 hrs. from the Baseball Hall of Fame...Go there. Really guys, at least once in your life...go there.