Just when I think I’m out of vintage videos, another one shows up.

In the summer of 1996, I played on a baseball team that hosted a regional tournament for the southeast — think one step before the Little League World Series, just with a different organization.

We were playing state champions from all over the region, including Virginia, South Carolina, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and two halves of North Carolina.  As the hosts, we automatically got a bid.

Before it all started, a crew from the local public access television station interviewed each team in segments that ended up on a highlight video (which I recently rediscovered).  In our section, it begins with a few moms talking about how they told us to have fun and make “possible lifelong” friends with these kids from all over (which didn’t exactly stick in the pre-Facebook age) and how committing so much of our summer to baseball was fun for the whole family, not a sacrifice.

Then the interviewer turns to the players.  I’m not sure if he talked to more of us that day, but on camera, there are but two.  He begins with Kevin, and as you will see, I’m sitting just to his right with a bevy of facial expressions in reaction to the questions and answers:

Uh oh.  I sense some worry on the face of 12-year-old me.  How will he handle this turn of events?

Nailed it.

You’ll also be happy to know that I can still fit in my jersey.  From 1996.  When I was 12.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat something.