When I batted in Little League baseball, bunting was the last thing on my mind. I focused on slugging the ball over the outfield fence. A bunt, I thought, insulted my Louisville Slugger bat. My boyhood best friend and mentor Jaybird took me to games, and watching in disappointment when I struck out, told me that I wasn’t big enough or strong enough yet to hit homeruns. “That will come someday,” he said. “Right now, get good at what you can do — become the team’s best bunter; Coach Coleman will notice, and play you more.”
By Jimmy Reed - Monday, January 31, 2022 -
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