My one and only TD. That earned me one date with one of our cheerleaders. As it turns out, that one date wasn't even that memorable. So, I went back to the hippie chicks. My best memory though was hitting a home run in a Little League all star game . Not my first little league dinger, but this particular time, as I was rounding 2nd on my way to third, I caught a glimpse of my family sitting in the bleachers down the third base sideline. Awesome for this dopey 12 year old. Running suicides in 90 degree heat during summer football two-a-days was always memorable. Salt tablets was the cure all for everything back then.