Catch: The Broken Arm

When I was just around nine or ten, I broke my arm before a big playoff game. And by “big” I mean either tee-ball or coach pitch. And by “playoff game” I mean last games of the season. My dad asked the doctor to place my cast below the elbow and above my wrist so I could keep playing.

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