President's Message

11.05.09: What Baseball has Meant to Me

I fell in love with the game the first time I put on a glove. I remember starting to play the game when I was about 6 years old. All the kids in the neighborhood would get together and play stick ball, wiffle ball or cup ball (a very crude form of baseball involving crushed cups for balls and your hand for a bat). I was always the smallest kid on the field, but that never slowed me down. One of the great things about this game is that it really doesn’t matter how big or small you are. If you hustle and play hard, you have as much of a chance as the kid next to you.

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