In August of 2000 I attended my seventh World Series'. We stay for the full program of games, team practices, pin trading and hobnobbing with the players, celebrities, coaches and program administrators. This year was Mac's fourth time visiting Williamsport, and I'm happy to say that another of my great ex-LL'ers, Chris, joined us for his first visit. Mac at age 13 trading pins with players from Chinese Taipei.
Pin trading is a great way to meet people from all over the world.
I was probably about six or seven when I fell in love with THE GAME . Fantasies about Superman were slipping into reality, and my dream of super-human powers had evolved. Baseball meant fellowship nurtured and glorified by a common goal, the smell and feel of supple leather on my hand, catching a ball propelled at an awkward angle or at an amazing speed. When I was twelve, I was the only kid in the neighborhood who loved THE GAME , so I played it alone, pitching to a plywood target my dad had constructed, tossing up a tennis ball and pounding the ball as far as I could. If it reached the woods, it was a home run.