Mom tells vivid stories about taking the street car and bus to get to Cleveland Indian games when she was a kid. This was before she moved west as a newly minted teenager. The best part of these recollections is understanding how much she enjoyed the game. She spent time as a youngster playing hardball. After her family moved west, she played soft ball for physical education in high school. She speaks of being so disgusted with the idea of tossing a grapefruit sized ball around with team mates who couldn’t throw overhand, that she, against orders, stalked off and joined the boys hardball game. She is still just as fiesty.