When we were younger, we played softball in the summer and in the fall. Fall ball stopped several years ago. The picture below illustrates the reason better than any words I could write.
It was cold. It was very, very cold. In fact, it was freezing. Literally freezing. We played an entire fall season with temperatures at night in the 30's and below. A few times, it was snowing while we played. Many times, both teams and the ump stayed in their vehicles until game time, just to stay warm.
We wore our winter gear while sitting on the bench when we were batting. While on defense we wore winter gloves on our non-throwing hands.
After the next summer season, we apparently still had vivid memories of that fall season, because nobody was interested in fielding a fall team. Of course, that year, we had a very mild fall and people did start to get the itch. However, one blustery day in October brought everyone back to reality and the idea of a fall league pretty much was put to rest forever.
It was cold. It was very, very cold. In fact, it was freezing. Literally freezing. We played an entire fall season with temperatures at night in the 30's and below. A few times, it was snowing while we played. Many times, both teams and the ump stayed in their vehicles until game time, just to stay warm.
We wore our winter gear while sitting on the bench when we were batting. While on defense we wore winter gloves on our non-throwing hands.
After the next summer season, we apparently still had vivid memories of that fall season, because nobody was interested in fielding a fall team. Of course, that year, we had a very mild fall and people did start to get the itch. However, one blustery day in October brought everyone back to reality and the idea of a fall league pretty much was put to rest forever.
Billy Frigelis (bundled and still freezing) in Park Ridge, IL-early 00's.
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