I played against a kid from a neighboring town in Babe Ruth ball who ended up at UConn and then was the #1 pick of the Jays; he never made it past AAA. He was a year older than I was per the way youth baseball figured their ages back then, but he was only a couple months older than me on the calendar. I hit him pretty well in Babe Ruth, he was skinny and basically had a curve ball (I could hit those, mostly because my swing was so slow). Two years later, we became teammates on a Legion squad; he had grown about 6 inches, added about 30 pounds and was now throwing in the mid 80s (still had the curve). I couldn't touch him in BP, let alone a game. He played, I mostly sat.