I played my whole little league career with Arthur Rhoades. We grew up a coupe blocks from each other. Dad and I would pick him up for practice when his mother or so couldnt get him there. We both went to Lake air middle school in Waco, then to Richfield, he moved to LaVega high school a year before my Family Moved there as well. Still see him at some golf scrambles and such and we continue to give the ol' double backtap bro hug. Growing up at the little league field with arthur and his brother Ricky made for not so many free snowcones for shagging the foul balls during the games. We couldnt beat em.
I figured out years later how good of a coach my dad was when in high school we'd have numerous scouts there to see him pitch. In Little league I was one of the pitchers and Arthur played center and short stop.

I was extremely turnt and played foosball with an extremely turnt Mike Cameron, Scott Podsednik and some guy that I think was cucking for Dave Winfield. It wasn’t one game and it wasn’t all at one time…it was a night and into the wee hours of the morning. Winfield’s guy didn’t stay very late.

Cameron, Podsednik, me and one or two others stayed up competing in foosball and getting beyond turnt until after the sun came up. At the time, my alcohol tolerance was thru the roof and I was drinking beer. Cameron and Podsednik were slamming vodka. It was that night that I learned nobody on earth can outdrink a big league ball player - nobody!

I had to be at the ball field at 8am for their “All Star Softball Game” in Palm Springs, CA. They had to be on the field warming up at 8am. I was a hurting unit. Both of them were just as spry and fresh and energetic as a human could be. It was one of the most impressive human feats I’ve ever witnessed.

You must of played @ NW St. Oklahoma in Alva, that's where my Dad went. My family has the largest endowment ever pledged to that school. Or at least they did a few years ago.