In 1988, my traveling baseball team won a district championship.

In 1990, the same thing happened.

In 1991, I was selected for the district team. We won the county championship. The island championship. And the state championship.

When we lost two straight games in the regional tournament, one of the infielders defecated in my hotel room bed that night…

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Ten years ago, I was at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. A quick getaway day off from the Sterling Renaissance Festival. We would browse the many exhibits over the course of a few hours soaking in the history of America’s pastime before heading back to the woods. I knew it was going to be a good day when Yogi Berra was quietly walking down a side street with his wife. This was the week prior to the induction ceremony. The Red Sox’ Wade Boggs and the Cubs’ Ryne Sandberg were getting the nod.

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