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Hey Batter, Batter!
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15297 |
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LIFE
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8 / 1989 |
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Michael W. Hopps
Michael W. Hopps is a free-lance writer based in the
Washington, D.C., metropolitan area. He has played, coached,
and umpired Little League baseball. |
Brian Bellwood sits anxiously in the grandstand, polishing his shoes and waiting for them to dry. His Little League baseball team was slated to play at seven o'clock, but it is now a quarter past, and the teams in the first game are still tied. Baseball has no clock, as Yogi Berra once observed.
Brian is fourteen. He has played Little League baseball in Jacksonville, Florida, each spring and summer for the last seven years. What does he do in fall and winter? "Wait for spring," he says. "There's nothing in the world that matters to me as much as baseball."
Brian is outfitted in most of his uniform: white polyester undershirt stretching far beyond the sleeves of his pullover; knee-length trousers; white stockings; and leotard-type blue stockings, which wrap around the foot but run up only to the knee. He lost his baseball cap. As the rest of his team laugh, yell at the other team, hit each other, kick the dirt, and chew gum, the parents are in the stands, sharing their snacks, getting fresh air, and taking a social break.
An American institution
This year marks the fiftieth anniversary of Little League baseball. For almost a century before 1939, nearly every American boy played some form of unorganized sandlot ball. During the waning years of the Great Depression, Carl Stoltz and Bert and George Bebble got together in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, to form Little League, Inc., an idea whose hour had come. Today Little League sanctions over 7,000 official Little Leagues throughout the world; Little League spinoffs number over 20,000.
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