Love this game.
Watched it on TV long before I played it. Early sixties.
Dad knew I loved it so tossed me in a league in Ottawa. I was the worst player ever. Hoped for walks. Now, you must understand, I was first generation Irish, and nobody coached back then. Sink or swim. I sank.
Not til I got back to Nova Scotia and the best athlete in town took pity on me and showed me how to hold the bat and where to put my feet in the batter’s box.
That seemed to work.
Didn’t do so bad after that. Quite well, actually.
Any stories on how you guys got started?