Little League, bah humbug. When I was that age we had to clean the dinosaurs off a field, mow the weeds down, tape up an old ball, choose up sides,
no chicken fingers on the end of the bat and start playing. No umps, no parents, throw fingers to settle a dispute. Played until dark or dinner whichever came first.
Oh, did I say no uniforms. We had a great time. I tried to coach little league one year and got out of that in a hurry. A$$ hole parents are the worst.
Anyway, congrats to Nogales. They do a lot with a little and that's a really great thing.