Bobby Ayala… Oof, that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Still have PTSD from the days of watching that dude tap dance around hitters and walk the bases loaded on a routine basis.
Good summer, lead up to senior year. Absolutely crushed it in summer league that year. I was hitting homeruns at a greater pace than a roided out Brett Boone. Meanwhile our centerfielder was doing his best Ichiro impersonation and we had our own crafty left hander on the mound bringing out comparisons to the incomparable Jamie Moyer. I had a dead arm that summer though, so I was little better than Heathcliff Slocumb or Bobby Ayala on the mound.