MLB post-season is here. October is gonna be bananas on the diamond.
This is the reason why I love baseball.
As a kid growing up in Brooklyn we played ‘hardball’ often.
There was a vacant lot on 16th street. Technically you can say Windsor Place too. But I gotta be honest, not once did I ever climb the fence on Windsor. That barbed wire…SMH
Kids from all over the neighborhood showed up.
No one got dropped off by a mini-van; you walked or rode your bike.
Some had gloves, some didn’t. I didn’t.
We had one bat, everyone used it. LOL.
It varied as to how many players were on a team. All depends on how many kids showed up that day.
We chose up sides, last kid picked didn’t run home and cry to mommy.
Last kid in the batting order never sulked. He waited his turn to bat.
No adult pitching to us, and most of all, there was no hitting ‘T’ placed in front of home-plate.
No uniforms. No juice boxes. No trophies.
We competed. There was a winner and a loser. There were lessons to be learned. You learned as a ten year-old to figure things out. You didn’t harp on things . You moved on.
Was he out or was he safe? Argument lasted a few seconds. No instant replay.
Who’s up next?
Good luck to all the Major League teams still alive…enjoy the next few weeks.