He was single and probably 30. Little League Majors. Springfield VA. I was 10 and big for my age. I'm still big for my age btw. 2 10 year olds could be on each team. The draft had pitching, running, and hitting. Pitching I was wild but I threw slow. Running I was the slowest of everyone. Really. Hitting: we got ten pitches. I swung at the first 9 and missed every one of them. Then I hit the tenth one out and that was enough for him. He told my dad he thought I was projectable, though I don't think that word was in the baseball lexicon in 1966. Maybe "had potential?" I would play for him for three years. I struck out every time I was up that first year, probably once a game cuz of LL rules. He said just keep swinging. I did get better, not a lot but I wasn't a disaster by the time I was 12.
He looked like Clark Kent but a lot shorter. Same glasses though. He chose the Tigers for our team name because we got to wear imitation major league caps and he liked the way the D looked. He told us he didn't care if we bent the bills of our caps, which was all the rage in Springfield little league that year. Some kids bent their bills into Ms and some into upside down Vs. I left mine alone and he said "I like what you did with your cap."
He wore white V-neck t-shirts to practice. My mom wasn't thrilled by that but she liked him otherwise.
He was great.