We here at LAist had a busy Sunday. First we white-knuckled it from San Diego to Los Angeles in our sporty little car as a torrential downpour wreaked havoc on our increasingly cracked windshield. After hydroplaning at alarmingly consistent intervals through the OC, we happily arrived in our charming West Hollywood neighborhood with quite an appetite, so we sat down for a quick bite to eat at our favorite little adorable cafe, Basix. After casually glancing at the menu, we couldn’t help but overhear a rather amusing story from the next table over. LAist will do our best Sebastian Junger impression and regale you with this second hand anecdote of Little League baseball tryout heroics (or horrors, depending on your perspective): more ›