Yes. It was me. No matter where the play was, or where Jordan was playing, they would throw the ball to her. They were probably 12ish at the time. No one told them to do that, though.
Very good, Quincy. I want to suggest a novel for you and your DD - Little League Confidential by Bill Geist.
"Here is Commissioner Foozle, who ordered 500 baseball caps of the same color, for the teams to wear. And Coach Caper ("I choose my players with the best looking mothers") and Lefty Mano, who always goes after the kids with immigrant parents who don't understand American customs and give, say, a Rolex watch at the end of the season."
I think you would like the book.