08-26-2009, 03:53 PM
When I was in college, my roomate had a younger brother who was in 7th or 8th grade. He was a really good baseball player. He ended up getting a scholarship, and there was a while where they thought he might be drafted by a major league team.
Anyway, when the kid was 12 or 13 years old, my roommate kept bragging about him, and saying how I couldn't hit him, even at my age (19). His brother came down one weekend, so we actually played a little fastpitch.
He couldn't hit me, and I crushed a few off of him. And I never played high school baseball.
that settles this argument for me.
Anyway, when the kid was 12 or 13 years old, my roommate kept bragging about him, and saying how I couldn't hit him, even at my age (19). His brother came down one weekend, so we actually played a little fastpitch.
He couldn't hit me, and I crushed a few off of him. And I never played high school baseball.
that settles this argument for me.
I wish that I believed in Fate. I wish I didn't sleep so late. I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders.