I remember riding through downtown on mainstreet after a Babe Ruth game several of us sitting on dad's tailgate dragging our metal cleets on the raod watching the sparks fly. People just laughed. I think today if my kid did the same I would be arrested and loose custody of all my kids for doing the same. I see my kid in little league and all I can think is this little league today has the handprint of a woman all over it! No outs, no strikes, bat 'till you hit, no score, no winners, no loosers. And just what the !@#$#% is a base race? This is when they do start keeping score, after the game both teams run a relay race around the bases. So kids can say maybe we lost the game, but we won the base race! What the #@$(& is that all about? Ah yes, the good ol' days. I don't know a kid today that has had his head stitched up from a bike wreck. I must admit, my son is the biggest panzy ass I ever saw. He was raised by his mother. It makes me sick. I am now trying to give his balls back to him but he just doesn't get it. He'll be lucky to get through school let alone go to college.