[HexsHeroes]

Sometime around 1972, my league winning team advanced in the Michigan State Little League tournament. In my team's last game, we were the home team. I started in left field. First two batters out, the third batter hit one deep into left field. I ran back, focused on the ball in flight. I stretched outwards and squarely caught the ball at the same moment I collided with the outfield chain-link fence rail. Took the impact square across the mouth, with my teeth cutting the inside of both lips. And impact caused the baseball to pop out of my glove, as my hand was extended over the fence. Home run for the opponents. I was removed from the game at that moment, and watched my team lose 1-0 and see our season end.

Post Script: last year was a tough year as two of my three coaches both passed away in 2020. Third coach had died in 2014. So happens I went to visit that third coach at his home in 2014 but he was not there. Turns out he would die within 24 hours after that attempted visit, in hospice care. I waited too long to reconnect.