Nice story, Dave.
And you reminded me of an event I had at high school. Unusually for a lad from Oz I had no interest in cricket; even more unusually, I played baseball. There was a Saturday afternoon competition in which the church I attended fielded a couple of teams; even more unusual, in Oz.

The high school I attended (Northcote) was one of the Melbourne Central Zone schools, most of which had sufficient space to be able to field a baseball diamond and sufficient kids to field a baseball team, so I was happy to play for the school. Over the years I played every position except catcher and pitcher; I couldn't fit the catcher's mask over my specs and the sports master disliked me so much that he never let me pitch.

Until one day, when all the people who'd ever pitched were absent and we were up against Essendon High; serious rivals. With no other option I was asked to pitch the whole game. Deswpite all sorts of attempted distractions from the girls of Essendon (Northcote was boys only) the score at the end of the game was 21:1 our way and Essendon had scored their 1 on an error. The sports master never let me pitch again. C'est la vie!

Cheers, Rowan