Discussion created by kkao on Apr 9, 2013

In middle school, I was once part of a baseball league.  My team was named after a construction company named Alvin.  Who was this mysterious Alvin, i always wondered  Was his son on the team?  Either way, i was playing baseball and loving it.  I think it was a mom and dad that coached our team.  Coach mom had a pitcher's glove and the dad was the designated catcher. She tosses the ball, strike one. She lobs the second one, strike two.  Last one, she throws it short, bouncing vertically off the lip of the base into my sweet spot.  Aligned, but unfortunately caught.