tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post1705554240892593232..comments2023-11-25T06:26:51.333-05:00Comments on Jack Wiler's World: Athletics in Grade SchoolJack Wilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05764581934446251481noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post-11463829812599876312008-03-04T17:14:00.000-05:002008-03-04T17:14:00.000-05:00And I played softball for your dad with Patty Cond...And I played softball for your dad with Patty Condell and Elsa Olimski and I don't remember who else. No cleats then for girls...we wore cutoff shorts (and they were short!) tube socks and a good polyester Wenonah shirt, not the crap t-shirts kids get now.<BR/><BR/>Needless to say, I must've enjoyed playing, because I still do, nearly 40 years later!<BR/><BR/>We had Larry Bowa speak at our banquet one year. Yawn.careyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05678218751633225999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post-11688154048685480052008-02-14T18:11:00.000-05:002008-02-14T18:11:00.000-05:00I didn't play organized ball until my teens. I was...I didn't play organized ball until my teens. I was talked into joining the Woodbury Heights Babe Ruth team. I was a good ball player if it was for fun, but somehow wearing uniforms and having people expecting something of you intimidated me. I was condemned to the purgatory of right field as well. My first season I could hit, but my fielding was awful. The second season I worked on my fielding so hard that I could catch anything, but i couldn't hit a thing. I remember sitting in the Wenonah dugout and marveling at how "professional" it all seemed. We lost almost every game, and it wasn't fun at all.Jim Maddoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137460555853150514noreply@blogger.com