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I did a couple of things as a kid I believe really helped. We played a game called cup ball in the driveway. It was a bathroom size Dixie cup stuffed with newspaper. We used the squares on the garage door as the strike zone. We pitched hard from about fifteen feet away. This was back in an era when whiffing pissed you off. A friend and I were discussing this recently. He remembered it pissed him off I kept fouling off pitches until I drove one. 

Being an only child I got creative. When I was a preteen I had a large bedroom the size of a studio apartment. It was probably the maid’s room at one point since it had its own stairway to the kitchen. The molding on the wall was the outfield fence.  From my knees I hit spit balls with a pencil. I gripped the pencil with both hands using two fingers from each. 

Last edited by RJM
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