Great story....got a few goose bumps & some misty thing going...BTW, that’s all we did growing up in New Jersey....played baseball from dawn to dusk...til our moms were yelling out our names to come home...I still remember Mrs. Caprioni coming out with her apron on, her hands on her hips telling all of us to go home now as it is too dark to play baseball anymore....our ball field was beyond her back yard + she had three boys out there playing!....the boys of summer....it really doesn’t get any better than that.
Dittos here...Park behind my house...we started games at 10 am,broke for lunch,came back and game was over at 5 when we started to get called for dinner. Scores were usually 76-58. Right field was an automatic out because we didn't have enough kids. THEN Big Al,my friends Dad would pitch to us after dinner. I couldn't eat fast enough when we saw Big Al heading towards the field. That guy was awesome!