I remember always wanting to hit the "elusive" home run. One game I made good contact and knew it was more than my usual single when I got to first base and the hometowners were yelling at my little butt to keep running...2nd base...RUN!! RUN!!...3rd Base...KEEP GOING!!!>>>slides into home plate<<< HOME RUN!!!....wait a minute....Ump sends me back to 2nd base says the ball got lost in the taller grass or something, calls it "interference"....the only time I came close to a T-ball homer \:\(

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