In 1968, America's greatest generation began their favourite pastime for yet another year. Baseball. Men returned back to the game. Among them, some of baseball's most beloved names. Rose. Aaron. Williams. Mays. Allen. Life in the United States could return to normal. And baseball was proof positive that democracy was real. A baseball box score, after all, is a democratic thing. It doesn't say what gender you are or what religion you follow. It does not know how you voted or the color of your skin. It simply states what kind of ballplayer you were on any particular day. Women had served their country gallantly. Yet, they found during this time prejudice, segregation and Gender Discrimination Laws were still present and strong. Sexism was the law......and no group was more scrupulous in its observance of custom, than organized baseball. There was a long road ahead. If any women dreamed of playing baseball, it was not for the Yankees, not for any Major League team, no. It was for teams like the Kansas City Monarchs of the Women's Leagues, and if they were good enough (and lucky), they played in small recreational leagues with men, where the barnstorming style of play stood in contrast to the Majors. In 1967, there were a total of 400 players on their rosters. Every one of the 400 Major League players were men. But when opening day came in 1968, that number dropped to 399... And one girl stood apart.