PROLOGUE
I remember the spring of 1989 like it was yesterday. Marry Stamper was standing there with her baseball cap on backwards in the center field as beautiful as she could be with sweet rolling down her face. She loved the game as much as I did then. She was one of the most inspirational baseball players on our team of misfits, and nuts. They called us the Peanut crew.
One thing that we all had in common was our love for the peanuts that was sold at the baseball games. Our uniforms were different from all of the uniforms in the minor leagues at the time. Growing up we had our regular scheduled practices like the real teams. Wait a minute, and I will explain, we were anything but a real team. They always made fun of us for what we were doing because we were the players that the real teams refused to let play.
Marry at only nine years old was a stunning Pitcher from center mount, she could even hit a baseball at least 95 yards in every hit. I can’t recall her ever taking a strike out in a game that we played. Marry had a very powerful arm during a game. Never or less did she stand alone in the world by being turned down on playing a baseball game. She intended to do everything in her power to play for a team someday.
We never gave up the fight to play on a real baseball team. If only we knew that we were a self-made baseball team. We knew every rule there was in baseball during the year of 1993. We grew up now, but the truth is those memories always align our minds. I never for once thought that we would all come up to someday play for a real team.
Marry Stamper went out on the end to get every player ever rejected from any team to play with us. Soon after we got started we had over 34 teams in our group. Nine players each team all with different uniforms. Later on throughout the five year period we became a well know agency. Marry was born in Pennsylvania in 1980 to the late Mark Stamper of New York, New York.
I apologize, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Andrew Richards. Marry Stamper is my late wife as you must know. I was born in Irvine, Kentucky in 1977 when times were different. I will now get to the story that you as all Americans must know. This was a time that baseball was the big pass time in the American family home.
If you are interested in this book and want me to keep you up dated, message me and I will get back in touch with you through private email. Thank you.
All rights reserved by Edward Richardson.
I remember the spring of 1989 like it was yesterday. Marry Stamper was standing there with her baseball cap on backwards in the center field as beautiful as she could be with sweet rolling down her face. She loved the game as much as I did then. She was one of the most inspirational baseball players on our team of misfits, and nuts. They called us the Peanut crew.
One thing that we all had in common was our love for the peanuts that was sold at the baseball games. Our uniforms were different from all of the uniforms in the minor leagues at the time. Growing up we had our regular scheduled practices like the real teams. Wait a minute, and I will explain, we were anything but a real team. They always made fun of us for what we were doing because we were the players that the real teams refused to let play.
Marry at only nine years old was a stunning Pitcher from center mount, she could even hit a baseball at least 95 yards in every hit. I can’t recall her ever taking a strike out in a game that we played. Marry had a very powerful arm during a game. Never or less did she stand alone in the world by being turned down on playing a baseball game. She intended to do everything in her power to play for a team someday.
We never gave up the fight to play on a real baseball team. If only we knew that we were a self-made baseball team. We knew every rule there was in baseball during the year of 1993. We grew up now, but the truth is those memories always align our minds. I never for once thought that we would all come up to someday play for a real team.
Marry Stamper went out on the end to get every player ever rejected from any team to play with us. Soon after we got started we had over 34 teams in our group. Nine players each team all with different uniforms. Later on throughout the five year period we became a well know agency. Marry was born in Pennsylvania in 1980 to the late Mark Stamper of New York, New York.
I apologize, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Andrew Richards. Marry Stamper is my late wife as you must know. I was born in Irvine, Kentucky in 1977 when times were different. I will now get to the story that you as all Americans must know. This was a time that baseball was the big pass time in the American family home.
If you are interested in this book and want me to keep you up dated, message me and I will get back in touch with you through private email. Thank you.
All rights reserved by Edward Richardson.