Flying by the seat of my pants
High school coaches are important. Good ones inspire and teach valuable lessons you take with you the rest of your life.
Bad ones pass on a legacy as well.
Aside from playing some Minnesota town ball in my 30s, my last year of "organized" baseball was my sophomore year of high school when I was on the JV team. I was much smaller than virtually everyone else -- I think I was around 5-foot-4 and barely 100 pounds -- which was one problem. Another was the ...
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