Here's what we learned about Donald Trump's youth baseball career from The Washington Post

While 2016 is a notable year in that it is even -- therefore a Giants World Series victory is prophesied -- it is also notable for the presidential election currently in full swing.
The presumptive Democratic nominee is former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, who supports her hometown's Cubs (don't tell the current POTUS) and her adopted hometown's Yankees. Here she is singing with Harry Caray at Wrigley Field:

Her Republican opponent will likely be buisnessman and Johnny Damon's former boss Donald Trump, who has a baseball history all his own.
The Washington Post, whose press credentials were recently revoked by the Trump campaign, investigated the candidate's youth and, in doing so, uncovered a passion for baseball. Here are a few things we learned:
He could have had a career as a sportswriter
And not, like, just a blogger or something. Like an old-timey 1920s sportswriter. Check it out:
Trump's best sport was baseball, a passion that inspired him, at 12, to write a prose poem that was published in the yearbook.

"I like to hear the crowd give cheers, so loud and noisy to my ears," Donald wrote. "When the score is 5-5, I feel like I could cry. And when they get another run, I feel like I could die. Then the catcher makes an error, not a bit like Yogi Berra. The game is over and we say tomorrow is another day."
He was a power hitter
However, like many power hitters of today, he couldn't bring himself to bunt against the shift:
By sixth grade, Donald's power as a right-handed hitter was enough that fielders shifted to left field when he batted. "If he had hit the ball to right, he could've had a home run because no one was there," said Nicholas Kass, a schoolmate. "But he always wanted to hit the ball through people. He wanted to overpower them."
He was a gritty, dirty uniform player
Now known more for his luxurious ties, Trump once was not afraid of getting down in the dirt:
A catcher, Trump's uniform was often the dirtiest on the field, and he shrugged off foul balls clanging off his mask.
He could never find equipment that suited him
Many golfers also understand this struggle:
After once making an out, Donald smashed neighbor Jeff Bier's Adirondack bat on the pavement. The bat cracked, Bier said, but Trump did not apologize.

In those years, youngsters yearned for the new mitts with intricate webbing that Rawlings had begun manufacturing. Peter Brant persuaded his father to help pay for the $30 glove, but Donald could not persuade Fred Trump to buy him one.
His father did buy him a less expensive model, though.