[Rain Man]

I remember my one year of little league pretty traumatically. All of us little kids and scrubs got one inning in right field that season. I could field pretty pretty good, actually (I was all-field, no-hit), but the pressure of that one inning was enormous, because I knew that the odds were that I'd maybe get one ball hit to me, and that one ball was going to be my entire season. It was like being the kicker in the Super Bowl, and one kick was going to define your reputation as Adam Vinatieri or Nate Kaeding. I think that made it a lot tougher for us than it was for the eight kids who got the other 1,600 collective innings of action.

No ball was hit my way, fortunately, so I never had the white-hot heat of the northwest Arkansas little league spotlight shine upon my 80-lbs. of Ozzie Smithness.