Here’s another story from Dad from the mid 1950’s:
Another story was when we were playing Cannon Falls at Cannon Falls. They didn’t have grass on the infield and the field was actually on hard, dry clay. Our pitcher had three speeds. Slow, slower and slower yet. We had just gotten new uniforms and we were pretty cocky. Cannon Falls had a first baseman that was about 6’5″ and 250 pounds. He was a farm kid wearing bib overalls. I was playing third base. He teed off on a slower yet fastball and hit me right in the chest. Knocked me back about 5 feet. I managed to
finish the game but I was really sore.