Memories

Of my early days in baseball. This was my 3rd season, I think, probably about 10 years old.

I’m in the front, #7, which is funny. I was asked the other day from my new team what number I wanted, and I almost said #7, but picked #12. In memory of Roger Staubach, which I think was my hero after this point.

This was when I still catching, an all-star catcher at this point, before my eyes failed me.