Completely as a Little Leaguer, every year but one at 2B. First year, in Pony, was the only championship and we were coached by a woman. The trophy is buried in box somewhere. Had a handfull of All Star selections. Last season was regrettable and forgettable. The coach at Mustang (highest level for 15 & 16 year olds) was somebody who'd had me on a his team at 2nd highest level, Major. For some reason, he quit before the season started.
I asked a friend, who was 4 years older and home from college. He, and a buddy of his, agreed to do it. The other thing hanging over us was that we had the top pitcher in the league, but he was only going to pitch for half the season. He was scheduled to attend a regional try-out for the Dodgers. We run into each other occasionally, but I never asked him how that panned out. To the best of my knowledge, he never pitched beyond high school ball. After that point in the season, my friend, the coach, pulled me out of a game. Can't recall the specific reason, which may have only been the requirement that every player has to be able to play 3 innings. My reaction was childish and unprofessional. The series of events led me to quit, too, and I didn't sign up for the last season at age 16.
This story does have something of a happy ending though. During one of the last games, my grandfather was up from Cincinnati (BIG Reds fan) for a Saturday afternoon game, which he watched in the stands with my mom. The coach (friend) was doing 3B coach duties. I was the runner at 3rd. He told me to steal home but make sure to kick up a lot of dirt with the cleats. I did exactly as he said, and was ruled safe. Bad call actually by the ump (we'll get to him in a moment), but can't remember if the catcher protested or not. Grandfather died the next year. So, that visit turned out to be the last time I'd seen him alive.
By age 18, I was attending community college, which was about 1/2 hour commute from home. The fella who was the ump, caught rides home with me from school. The only time of discussing that play was one time when we were riding home. I told him that he should've called out. He just kind of shrugged it off. That's the human element and made for a great memory.
I still love going to the batting cages. Can hit 90 mph fastballs with aluminum bat.