Coach Wright’s article about the “Boys of Summer in ’62” brought back some fond memories and a few painful ones as well.
You see, there was another team playing that summer. But alas, none of us was in the top 20 hitters, and if memory serves me correctly, we didn’t win a game that summer.
Oh yeah, we played our best and tried to win. In fact, once I hit a grand slam home run, made possible by errors in the outfield.
I don’t remember too many of my teammates. I remember Bobby Adams. He pitched and I played catcher. Oh, and the painful part had nothing to do with losing most of the time. I sort of got used to that. One night, I was catching, warming up Bobby Adams when I missed a pitch and got hit right in the jaw. It hurt so bad I had to spit out my 10 pieces of bubble gum I continually kept in my mouth during the game. This was my only ritual, and unfortunately it never worked.
Bob Burroughs, (Cadiz Reds), Honolulu, Hawaii