photo-Marshall Nych GRAND SLAMS OF SPRING by Marshall Nych Kenny crushed pop flies so high they were lost in W 28 hen spring rolls around, two fondest chapters of childhood surface-baseball and trout fishing. I recall sprinting across my grandparent's backyard. Me and Grandpa Seybert stood ready as Uncle Kenny stepped up to bat. Other family members congregated atop the brick patio, doubling as our dugout. Pennsylvania Angler & Boater endless blues of a spring sky. I determinedly dashed where I expected the red-stitched sphere to drop. Family cheered as I made the catch. Beaming, I tossed the baseball to Grandpa. Classic sidearm style, Grandpa threw to Kenny. Supportive, positive influences inspired my world. When I grew up, I wanted to be center fielder for the Pirates. If that didn't pan out, I'd settle on professional fishing. I loved trout as much as baseball. A stream trickled through our farm. fishandboat.comhttp://www.fishandboat.com