He Said To Play Louder.

Today's Little Leaguers, And There Are Millions Of Them Each Year, Pick Up How To Hit And Throw And Field Just By Watching Games On Tv. By The Time They're Out Of High School, The Good Ones Are Almost Ready To Play Professional Ball.

I Can't Play Any More. I Can't Hit The Ball When I Need To. I Can't Steal Second When I Need To. I Can't Go From First To Third When I Need To. I Can't Score From Second When I Need To. I Have To Quit.

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.

As Far As He Knew, I Was Dying.

In 1961 Somebody Could've Hit A Home Run To Win The Game And The Next Day The Headline Was About The M&m Boys Not Hitting A Home Run. But Everyone Was Real Good About It. Instead Of Getting Mad They Joked About It.