Week 11 Story, The Sandlot
The Beast of The Sandlot The Sandlot Gang. Web Source It was midsummer 1962 in San Fernando Valley. My family had just moved to this town and I didn't have a single friend. That is until I started playing ball at the sandlot. These guys made my first summer in San Fernando the best summer of my life. I owe that summer to my friend Bennie. If it weren't for Bennie I wouldn't have learned how to play ball and would have never became friends with the guys. We really only met because the guys needed an extra body on the field. Boy was I bad. I couldn't even catch a ball back then. Most of the time any ball that was hit towards me would fly right on past me. I would have to go retrieve it from the back fence. Man did I not like that fence. Every time I had to go back there I would here noises only a beast was capable of creating. I quickly found out I was not the only one scared of this "beast". One day Ham, the catcher of the gang, was up to bat. He chann...