Friendship, Baseball, and True Success

Eleven year old  Chick Moorman loved baseball.  I mean he LOVED baseball.  He slept, ate, drank, dreamed, played, etc…baseball.  The 1956 Little League season was about to begin.  The smell of the game was everywhere.  The aroma of the leather gloves, the dirt of the infield under your feet, the feel of the cool grass in the outfield. Chick could hardly wait …

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