Sunday, May 25, 2003

Ahh, the minor leagues.

This is the place where the true boys of summer play. Not those fat slobs like David Wells or Jesse Orosco, but the slender, lanky kids who are 19 years old, fresh out of high school, and daring to dream the dream of picking off whoever takes Ricky Henderson's place when he tries to steal third.

I don't care what anyone says. Minor League Baseball, and more specifically Class A baseball, is the truest the sport can get without being the rookie leagues. These kids make 20 grand a year if they're lucky, plus a per diem. And they do it all for the love of the game. They love baseball, simple as that.

And they love scoreboards like this one:



Lexington 2 7 3
Charleston, WV 321


Only in the minor leagues, the pinnacle of sport (with the exception of track, of course), could a team score three runs on two hits. God Bless America, and Bud Selig if He has some extra time.

Go Alley Cats. For more information the Charleston Alley Cats, including where to buy their merchandise, click here.

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