My family was at a Babe Ruth tournament in Delta, Utah. My dad was coaching my brother’s team and I had been asked by his assistant coach to keep any eye on the video camera they’d set up down the right field line. After a few innings of sitting by the camera and keeping score it occurred to me that I had an exceptionally good opportunity to imitate Harry Caray and try my hand at play-by-play.
Early 1990’s Utah wasn’t exactly the most progressive place in the world and more than a few people walking by gave the teenage girl talking about baseball to the universe behind an old VHS camera on a tripod strange looks.