Throwback Thursday - Little League Edition
Jun. 6th, 2013 07:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzI'd not participated in the "Throwback Thursday" photo thing before. One of the reasons is one that became painful apparent last night -- there aren't many photos of me in the family albums. I got out what family pics I have and only have a handful of me solo, while pics of my twin and sister seem much more abundant. I believe it was because they were way more active in a sense. I was the quiet kid and drawing or watching TV were hardly photographic events.
So this is me in my little league baseball uniform. I was 12 and don't let the smile fool you. I hated playing for this team. I dreaded practice in the worst way and games usually had me riding the bench. The major reason for my disdain for the game was my coach Alan, who was a distant cousin. He would take every opportunity to belittle me for every screwed up play or strike out. During the game, I'd choke at batting, even though during practice I was capable of hitting the ball out of the park (and did so on two occasions).
I actually made the team based solely on my name. Because the twin was such a known stellar player, my cousin (who didn't know me at all) saw my last name on the roster of available players and picked me for his team because he thought I'd be just as good. The twin told me all of this years later. Alan had said to him at some point, "I thought I was getting somebody good. Man, was I fooled."
This was the last year I played baseball. I didn't pick up a bat again regularly until I started playing in gay softball league here a few years back.
So this is me in my little league baseball uniform. I was 12 and don't let the smile fool you. I hated playing for this team. I dreaded practice in the worst way and games usually had me riding the bench. The major reason for my disdain for the game was my coach Alan, who was a distant cousin. He would take every opportunity to belittle me for every screwed up play or strike out. During the game, I'd choke at batting, even though during practice I was capable of hitting the ball out of the park (and did so on two occasions).
I actually made the team based solely on my name. Because the twin was such a known stellar player, my cousin (who didn't know me at all) saw my last name on the roster of available players and picked me for his team because he thought I'd be just as good. The twin told me all of this years later. Alan had said to him at some point, "I thought I was getting somebody good. Man, was I fooled."
This was the last year I played baseball. I didn't pick up a bat again regularly until I started playing in gay softball league here a few years back.
