Sunday Softball

I guess while the rest of us spent our time fucking shit up at The Turkey's Nest after games, this guy was practicing.

It is an old baseball tale, a fable that's periodically realized into truth. A young dreamer develops his game at a backwater outpost, one where his talent far exceeds his surroundings. He plays on torn-up grass fields or cracked asphalt, in a land where outsiders may not understand the local customs, language, and dress; he hopes that one day he'll get his shot, but he knows the odds are long. There is no walking off Long Island, after all, and when was the last time a pro scout came to Brooklyn to watch a game between the bar-sponsored softball teams of Williamsburg.

He, the legend in right field, is Bo Schultz, 29, believed to be the only player to ever rise from McCarren Park Softball to Major League Baseball. 

"I'll say, first, only, and forever," says Heller.

Softball memory lane:

Here's me in 2007 ripping into Watty, really letting him have it after we lost in the finals to Black Betty:

"YOU PLAYED EXTREMELY WELL, YOU WERE REALLY GREAT OUT THERE!!  YOU'RE A COACH'S DREAM AND YOU PLAY THE GAME WITH THE RESPECT IT DESERVES!! HOW ARE YOUR PARENTS, ARE THEY GOOD?  YEAH, THEY'RE GOOD?  GOOD!  IT WAS AN HONOR TO PUT YOUR NAME INTO THE LINEUP EVERY WEEK!!  THANK YOU AGAIN FOR INSTALLING MY WIRELESS PRINTER THE OTHER DAY, I WAS TOALLY LOST WITHOUT YOU!!  STAY RIGHT HERE, I'M GETTING YOU A BEER!! AND A SANDWICH - NO NO, A PANINI! CAUSE YOU'RE AWESOME AND YOUR STORY SHOULD BE TOLD AROUND CAMPFIRES FOR GENERATIONS TO COME!!  I ADMIRE YOUR VALUES AND HEIGHT!!"