I remember hitting a lot as a junior. The majority of the time was dedicated to reinforcing things I learnt in lessons during hitting, being inspired by older players in camp and mimicking them. We could not hit enough!
One particular Saturday afternoon, around age 13-14 if I recall correctly, I remember we hit in the morning about 3 hours, then went to lunch. Those days if you ate anything but “half rof neFreezit”—loosely translated plain bread + juice—you probably do not remember what you had for lunch if that was not on your menu. We hit again in the afternoon for another 3 hours or so. I was so tired that when I went home, I grabbed ............continued