The Coach's Son Who Played Shortstop
The head coach's kid is usually the best player on the team. Not always, but more often than not. And, when he wasn't pitching, he played shortstop. Always.
He wore eye black at 12 years old and, admittedly, looked pretty cool. He had wristbands for days and a badass pair of reflective Oakley blades. Perhaps, most egregiously of all, he had an eight-ounce batting donut that he swung in the on-deck circle and didn't share with anyone. Prick.