I was not great at baseball as a kid.
In fact, I was so dismally bad at it, that in retrospect I’m pretty sure the only reason my mother kept enrolling me in Little League was to get me out of the house.
To this day, I will still flail and flinch when catching a ball — they’re very hard and hurt when they hit you — and when I try to throw, I spike the ball directly into the ground. I call it a spike curve. It’s unhittable. Dodgers bullpen, call me.
They would sort of just deposit me in left field where I would linger as far out as I could and hope like hell the ball wouldn’t get hit in my direction, because there was no damn way I was running to catch it. Also, this was the late 80s/early 90s, so please know that I had the most deeply uncool uniforms in history.
But man alive, I had fun.
We made up chants and cheers. We were a rec league team so we had no official name, and gave one to ourselves: the Grant Park Harrow Hurricanes, thank you, we were a force of nature. Or something.
Once, I stole for home and scored. I’m basically Javier Baez.
Most of us have Little League baseball memories. Or perhaps great anecdotes of our children playing games. In honor of the Little League World Series, we want you to share your best Little League memories with us. All the better if there are photos involved.
Head over to the FanPosts section and select “New FanPost” on the left, then tell us your most exciting, embarrassing, or hilarious Little League moments.