One of the things I remember most about playing high school ball at Kelly. Louie was always there. Every practice, every game. There'd be a foot of snow on the ground and we'd be in the cage, he'd come in, sit down and start talking. After a game, he'd be at the gate eating a hotdog patting us on the back. I don't ever remember him missing a home game. Now he never will.
He was a true fan of the game of baseball and a fan of the boys in pinstripes.
R.I.P.




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