Before my playing career was derailed, however, I played in an organized “little league” game in which one of the rarest plays in baseball occurred – the unassisted triple play. Of course since I was just 11 or 12 years old at the time, as were the other players (some of whom were even younger) it wasn’t the kind of unassisted triple play that one might see, if one was lucky enough to witness one, at the professional level.
And there he was, Blasingame playing second base for the Cards! Next to him on the infield was Stan Musial, playing first base. As a 7-year-old, I didn’t know all the players yet, but I sure recognized Blasingame and Musial.
I hear our coach call my name from the third base coaching box … “Cely,
WHEELS!!” I get off the bench, grab a helmet, and trot out to second base.
As my second turn to bat rolled around and I settled into the batter’s box, my only goal was to make contact and get on base. As I waited for a good pitch to hit, Jeff let a fastball go, and I swung, not a hard swing, just a smooth easy swing of the bat.