The Kid stops playing
Growing up in Cincinnati, my brother and I played little league baseball. One year, my brother played against a team who had a player whose dad was a well-known Major League ballplayer. My brother played center field, and when this kid got up to bat, he hit one so far over my brother’s head that by the time he ran back and picked up the ball, the kid had already crossed home plate.
That kid, aka “The Kid”, who became the greatest baseball player of his generation, has decided to finally stop playing the game. I’m sure we’ll see him in Cooperstown in five years.
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