Mic'd Up Little Leaguer Is The Most Electrifying Thing You'll Watch All Day

Wake up this morning feeling nostalgic as you flipped on Scooby-Doo and poured yourself a nice bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

Well, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Remember little league? Those were the days, huh? The drama, the smells, the egos, the "bring that foul back to the concession for a free treat" being blared 100 times a game?

The best. Simpler times. Definitely better times. 

Anyway, they still exist in some parts of the country, and apparently we're now throwing hot mics on the youngins to see and hear exactly what's going on in the infield line. 

And it's more electric than anything you'll watch all day:

Let's make little league great again

My God do I miss those days. Just the best. Not a care in the world, no stress, no job or bills or mortgage. 

Just you and the fellas talking the most pure, unfiltered, beautiful trash to each other possible.

Your mom left you!

Pitcher has a big butt!

To poopy land?!

Just the best. I asked this question earlier this week and I'll ask it again now – is little league still a thing in your town?

Growing up, it was massive in my town. I'm talking packed stands M-F, from February through April. 

My dad was the Little League president one year and I always thought it was the coolest thing. It obviously didn't mean anything, but to 12-year-old Zach, I thought I owned the place whenever I pulled up. 

We used to take it so seriously, too. They had a draft every year, and where you were drafted was make-or-break. Would literally define your spring. It got so contentious that they started hiding the results like the nuclear codes because it pissed people off so much. 

Such a better time. But, at least in my old town, it's a shell of its former self now. I guess it's still there, but nobody cares anymore. Travel ball got super popular a few years after I left and sort of just destroyed little league. 

But man, those were the days. Luckily, it looks like they still are in some places across this great country. 


 

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Zach grew up in Florida, lives in Florida, and will never leave Florida ... for obvious reasons. He's a reigning fantasy football league champion, knows everything there is to know about NASCAR, and once passed out (briefly!) during a lap around Daytona. He swears they were going 200 mph even though they clearly were not.