Baseball was the national pastime when I was growing up in the 1950s. We played every day in the summer. It was really the only choice unless your family was fortunate enough to belong to a country club where you might golf, swim or play tennis.
We just needed a mitt, a ball and a bat. Uniforms, even footwear, were a distant afterthought. I remember a Little League All-Star team where all the boys chipped in a quarter to buy one of the kids some spikes because he was pitching in wing-tipped dress shoes.
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