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Playing in the Dixie Youth state tournament, I broke the cardinal rule of trying to score after the ball was hit to the 3rd. A collision occurred between me and the catcher, resulting in the catcher shoving the mitt in my face and my face dislodging the ball, breaking a tie game in the bottom of inning to propel us into the next level of the tournament. The mitt loosened my front left tooth causing nerve damage and slight discoloration which to this day I wear with pride. Smile
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When I was in eighth grade my team was playing in the Sectional championship to go downstate for the Illinois State Tournament. It was a 0-0 tie going into the bottom of the eighth inning (we only played seven regularly). I hit a walk-off home run to win 1-0 and we ended up winning the state championship. And I also pitched in that same game and threw a three hitter with 20 strikeouts.

It was an unforgettable experience for me but I am just happy we won the game/state.
The one I remember often is a Freshman football game........I was selected to be captain that day and stood at mid field for the coin toss....I dont remember much about the game, I know we won, and I recovered a fumble and sacked the Quarterback twice.....but those things arent important.

The reason I remember that game was that my dad was there. My dad took off half a day of work and in those days that was not easy to do. Employers didnt think highly of people missing work and our family needed the money that that half day of work would have brought in.

I wanted to do well that day. I wanted my dad to be proud of me. I can still see him standing on the sidelines....
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About a million years ago, we lived on a rocky top piece of land in Kentucky as my Dad and Mom tried to make a break with sharecropping. It just didn't work. We lost everything. We came north. Starved some etc. We landed in a place where the local rec department came to "sign the new kids up for activities." We were in the middle of a housing projects. One of the things I could sign up for was baseball and despite the season being almost over, this man, Mr. Jerry Clapsaddle, made sure I got on a team. It was the first time I was ever allowed to play the game. The team was called, "The Charlie Brown All-Stars" and they were terrible. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY "THE BEST" GETTING TO STEP OUT ON A REAL BALL DIAMOND. That day was my biggest youth triumph.

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