Yes, Spank, I voted Manoah before my post.
Like guys who stay on the field. All my buddies, yes I do have them, who played ball growing up were trying to think of how often they ever got hurt playing ball. I mean once spring came and school was over we played three games a day, morning, afternoon, and evening. Maybe just the passage of time, but I don’t recall anyone getting hurt, nor does anyone else.
Man, those were the days. We outgrew the field we started on, too many windows as we got a little stronger. Damn neighbors!