A few of us were playing a summer softball game. I was in center field and a guy at the plate really tagged one, and I was running farther and farther back and figuring I’d miss it, and at the last second I reached out with my mitt and somehow caught it, and everyone was impressed. I distinctly recall feeling quite proud, especially when a guy from the other team called me “Mayonnaise” — talk about major respect. It was like being compared to Babe Ruth or Ted Williams or Mickey Mantle.

June 19, 2024by Jeff Wells28 Comments