There’s a saying about old guys and the way they age.
The older you get, the better you used to be.
What did you use to hit 400+ft, because everyone here know that never happened.
There's a saying about guys that make ignorant comments like the both of yours. The two of you were those Punch and Judy hitters, that dreamt of knocking it over the fence, but never could. I asked a question on this site and wannabees like you try to knock it down. I probably played in only 20 leagues in my life. I led in HR's 20 times. When I was 34, my nephews got me into a league in
29 Palms, Ca. I hadn't picked up a bat in 5 yrs. We took a tape measure out behind the left center field fence before the game, and extended it 100 ft which we added to the 300 ft fence. The first 2 times I came up, they stood at the 400 ft point. Everybody on both teams knew what was up, and I smoked it over their heads both times. In Northern Ca, where I played mostly, the LCF fence was 337 with a 20 ft high scoreboard. I've hit 100 over that scoreboard. My last comment that I'll ever make on this site, shows the hitter that I was. There was a 64 team tournament coming up the next weekend, so the best player I've ever played with, (Bobby Davis), gathered up the 12 best players in the Redding, CA area. Not a big area to choose from, w/ 50,000 population. The word came that the No. 1 open team on the planet, (Campbell Carpets from Sacramento) were coming to this double elimination tourney. We weren't enthused to hear that, being that they had won 900 games in a row, and had 8 guys that were already in the Slow Pitch HOF in OKC. Of course we drew them in the opening game. Our luck. In a bigger upset than the "Miracle on Ice", somehow we beat them 22-21. I hit 3 dingers with 8 ribbies. They were devastated. I told the rest of the guys on my team, that tomorrow night, get ready for the worst ass-kicking that you've ever received. Was I right, we lost around 70-20 both games. I ended up with 8 HR's and 20 RBI's in the 3 games. When I came up in the last inning of the Championship game, the catcher, an older guy, who owned the team, and played 1 inning every game, asked me to step out of.the batters box. I got the rush of my life, when he offered me a paid position on the best team in the world. Unfortunately, I had to call him back and decline, due to my parole officer not allowing me to leave the area. So you fools can keep making these asinine statements, but I won't be around to see them.
P.S. I played every game of my life in tennis shoes. Never wore cleats, uniforms, or brought bat bags to the game. Old school. Bat, glove, and tennies. Adios wannabees, but will never be.