Glad to be ba-born when I was

I know all you young 'uns are sick of us Boomers. I didn't particularly care for what they now call The Greatest Generation (a recent coinage, btw). But sometimes I must say, we definitely had it better.

Yesterday was Plastic Bat Day, at SBC (ugh) Park. In these troubled times, handing out wooden clubs would automatically generate hundreds of lawsuits... and worse. But plastic bats? Sure, we played a thing called Baboon Ball (or was it Ba-Boom Ball? I was never sure), using a fatty plastic red bat and whiffle ball. But Bat Day was for bats. Real bats. Not real bats. Bats.

Sandlot forever!