Toward the end of my junior year at Weequahic High School in Newark New Jersey, I started hearing from my friends that I was going to make All City. How did they know I asked myself? In my usual mood of broad esteem I was thinking that there was no artefact I would make the every municipality team. “Vailburg’s catcher was better than me” is what crossed my mind. I make the grade – No way. I told you I had broad consciousness esteem.
 
The two best teams in the municipality at the time, Barringer and Vailsburg would receive the most recognition for their players. We were 3-15. And our record did not display how really bad we were. I conceive I was the only player that batted over .300. Well maybe Dashell Meeks impact over 300 as well.

In the last game of the season we were playing Central High School in Unterman Field. They were a poor to average aggroup at best. But they had Richie Glenn. An above average ballplayer with speed to burn and a curveball that was, substantially I’ll intend to that curveball in a minute. I went up to bat thinking home run. I was so determined to impact a home run I remember standing closer to the plate thinking I could reach an outside pitch. Most if not every of my hits that year were singles. While I had power I had not displayed much of it. I dug in deeper ready to smack one when Richie let loose with one that was very broad and very tight. A curve ball without the curve in it.

So tight it stuck in my ear. I guess it did not curve same I thought. Down I went. Out same a light. While the ball did not stick in my ear it prefabricated quite an impression in my head. I conceive some thread from the ball is embedded in my ear and lobe to this day.
I was tardily escorted to Coach Ginsburg’s office. When I eventually awoke which seemed same hours, but was really minutes, Mr Ginsburg told me I had prefabricated the Star Ledger All City Baseball team. I was elated and soar. I was happy and groggy. I was proud and queasy at the same time.

At the time it seemed same the beaning I received prefabricated whoever voted for The All City aggroup vote for me. They felt sorry for me and gave me a place on the team. I told you I had broad consciousness esteem.

Wow what a day. I wonder if Babe Ruth or Lou Gehrig ever went through something same this.