T-ball then, T-ball now, T-ball forever

I remember three things from my own T-ball experience, many moons ago, with the Shaw Park Yankees.

One, there was a guy on my team named Steve, who hit a home run every time he went to the plate.

Two, Steve wore real, white baseball pants. I wore Toughskins with patches on the knees. I was certain that the only difference between Steve’s towering home runs and my weak dribblers to the pitchers’ mound was our mode of trouser.