I've never played wearing a cup, ever. I misplay the first linedrive to come my way, and everyone on the opposing team started shelling me. By the end of the third inning, I was playing five feet onto the outfield grass, with no hope of making a throw. My friend benches me, and I said, "sorry, but thanks."
There are some big boys in Taylor, and they can hit.
Sounds like my brother’s stories about playing semi-pro ball with dreams of being in the Majors.
“There were two guys on our team who had washed out of organized ball at the Class A level. And they were SOOOOO much better than the rest of us....what the hell was I thinking?”