by wjr953 » October 17th, 2008, 4:18 pm
I started playing LL ball in the "Minor League" in 1961, I was eight years old. Our two fields were two wide open areas, flat as a pancake with not one blade of grass unless you hit the ball really, really deep. Lots and lots of rocks though. The "fields" are now the parking lot for the Red Sox Triple A affiliate in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. Back then McCoy Stadium (home of the longest game ever played in baseball, 33 innings), was not occupied by any professional teams. The corrugated tin outfield fences behind our backstops had huge holes in them through which the players would have to climb to find some "privacy" when relieving themselves. If we needed a drink of water, we would have to walk through one of the many holes in the fence (which was the deepest part of CF inside McCoy), and then all the way (seemed like miles) to the drinking fountain in the 1B or 3B dugouts. Our games usually ran late into the night, that is until it was too dark to even SEE a brand new baseball, never mind hit it or catch it. Final scores of 36-35, were quite common. No time limits or mercy rule. Our uniforms were woolen hand me downs, which were brutally hot to wear in the summertime. These uniforms had been sewn, and re-sewn and re-sewn again. Back then sponsors name were sewn on placards on the back of the uni. Every time the sponsors changed, all of the unis had to be changed. Between adjusting those unis that were designed to fit 10, 11 and 12 year old kids, to fit 7, 8 and 9 year old kids, repairing all of the rips and tears from game play, and the annual sponsor changing, these were piles of rags by the time we got them. All of that sewing sure kept the Moms busy, that's for sure. Boy, we sure were thrilled to have those uniforms, what a thrill to put it on for the first time! lol As far as quality of play, well 40-50 walks a game were fairly normal. Hits were few and far between but when they did happen, it was like a modern day version of the 3 Stooges times 10! Despite the fact that we had private bathroom "facilities", we had one kid on our team that peed his pants every single game, without fail. When this would happen, we kids would make him sit in the empty wooden helmet basket because we didn't want to get any places on our tiny little wooden bench wet. To say the least, it was an experience that I'll never forget. We didn't actually see any grass on any of our ball fields until my last year in LL. Dust devils held up game action on many a day. Wooden bats, those weird ear flap only helmets. Catchers were required to wear a protective cup, even back then. I was one of the lucky two catchers on my team! lol Boy did I ever hate wearing a cup. I also got to put on all of that catching gear on top of those woolen unis during those 95 degree days in the summer. It's a wonder we ever learned anything about the game.