When i was a little kid my parents signed me up for all kinds of lessons.
One year was baseball.
I played for the team sponsored by the police.
We had black shirts with our numbers, 13 as i recall, and hats that said police on them.
Most of my childhood is a mystery to me.
I could no more tell you how my birthdays went, than i could tell you what i had for lunch last week.
But this has stuck with me like a theme.
We had the only perfect record in the league, 0 & 13.
The main thing i remember is getting a line drive to third that i caught and missed the tag on the runner behind me.
The rest of it is pretty much blank.
