I remember walking through the halls of school on that first day of tryouts in a baseball daze. But they started in the gym, because it was so cold outside. I was like a baseball zombie. I can still hear the echoes in the gym. After tossing the pill around for a while it was time to hit. Hit a ball into a mat. The gym at Weequahic High had a regular sized basketball court. My time to show em all what I had. The winter is always too long when you yearn to be playing baseball. I hosiery machine was relieved.
It was time to get moving. So simple a concept. We had no pitching machine so we improvised. I kept thinking about how I was going to do. I did not want to embarrass myself. I passed my first test. Hey that makes sense. Okay start throwing the ball around. If I couldnt hit this somewhat stationary ball I should rest my bat in the bat rack for good. I heard Mr Ginsburg say, as he strolled out of his office. Fat chance. Please pass this on to your friends. Even if tryouts started outside in the snow, I would have been there. My buddies patted me on the back.
It was my job to hit the baseball into the mat that was positioned up against the wall, under the basket. What if I messed up? Would I be cut in less than an hour of tryouts? Batting was it for me. Weequahic High Schools baseball season started in the middle of March. Boom.The winter thaw was in full bloom. Now get this. Sometime around March 15, 1964 could not arrive fast enough. All I thought about from the fall of 1963 to the winter of 1964 was playing baseball. On both sides of the court there were two more basketball baskets. After school was where the phase of the daze turned into the hits and the mitts. Attached to the end of the rope was a baseball. I was nervous as I heard the coach tell us what to do.
I was so excited to have a glove on and playing ball. I hit the ball so hard the sound it made hitting the mat had everyone in the gym looking at me. Would I hit? How would I look? Would I trip over my uniform? Hello. From each basket a rope was tied that hung to a height of my stomach. The coach had spoken. The ball hung about two feet from the mat. The rope went through the middle of the ball and out the other side of the ball. So I started playing catch
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It was time to get moving. So simple a concept. We had no pitching machine so we improvised. I kept thinking about how I was going to do. I did not want to embarrass myself. I passed my first test. Hey that makes sense. Okay start throwing the ball around. If I couldnt hit this somewhat stationary ball I should rest my bat in the bat rack for good. I heard Mr Ginsburg say, as he strolled out of his office. Fat chance. Please pass this on to your friends. Even if tryouts started outside in the snow, I would have been there. My buddies patted me on the back.
It was my job to hit the baseball into the mat that was positioned up against the wall, under the basket. What if I messed up? Would I be cut in less than an hour of tryouts? Batting was it for me. Weequahic High Schools baseball season started in the middle of March. Boom.The winter thaw was in full bloom. Now get this. Sometime around March 15, 1964 could not arrive fast enough. All I thought about from the fall of 1963 to the winter of 1964 was playing baseball. On both sides of the court there were two more basketball baskets. After school was where the phase of the daze turned into the hits and the mitts. Attached to the end of the rope was a baseball. I was nervous as I heard the coach tell us what to do.
I was so excited to have a glove on and playing ball. I hit the ball so hard the sound it made hitting the mat had everyone in the gym looking at me. Would I hit? How would I look? Would I trip over my uniform? Hello. From each basket a rope was tied that hung to a height of my stomach. The coach had spoken. The ball hung about two feet from the mat. The rope went through the middle of the ball and out the other side of the ball. So I started playing catch
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