There’s only one way to start a column about ‘The Wonder Years.’

Whether you lived in the 1960s or just the 1980s, ABC’s 1988-1993 hit ‘The Wonder Years’ remains one of the best TV shows ever made. It follows the not-especially-remarkable life of Kevin Arnold, an average kid growing up in the suburbs in the late 60s, his family, his friends and the girl of his dreams. If you haven’t watched the show, I recommend you running to Netflix Instant and marathoning the entire thing, being careful to avoid that low rent version of ‘With a Little Help from My Friends’ they use in the open so they don’t have to pay The Beatles and/or Joe Cocker a ton of money.

We’ve put together the 15 best sports moments from the run of the show, featuring everything from dodgeball to Jesus Christ playing high school basketball to Kevin’s sweet vintage Jets jacket. Click through to check them out.

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This manages to be weird, cool and touching all at the same time. Nick LeGrande, a kid with severe aplastic anemia, was able to throw out the first pitch at an Oakland Athletics game from 1,800 miles away with the help of a robot. An absolute must-see. And the kid’s got good form! (h/t to Bob’s Blitz)

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Their freeze frame, not mine.

A special moment occurred during the fourth inning of yesterday’s Kansas City Royals/Minnesota Twins game.

It was a moment that defied what we’ve come to know and accept about women and children in the stands at baseball games — that women are only there to steal foul balls and home runs from children and make them miserable. That’s not what I believe necessarily, but with so many ladies stealing balls from babies, lording it over them and/or throwing back home runs that could’ve been cherished memories, it’s the consensus opinion.

But as I said, this defied that. Behold, the beautiful lady in the crowd who has a clear line on the ball, and the horrible fate that befalls her. Deballs her. Whatever.

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Baseball fans have always been weird. Back in the 80s, blooper videos were 10% Roger McDowell hot-footing teammates, 90% people in the stands wearing funny hats. Or old people having their heads scrubbed by mascots. Guys in facepaint. Basically just footage of people trying to pass the time at baseball games, because as good as they are, they are also mostly super boring.

Here’s a quick look back at the week and its three weirdest, most interesting or noteworthy fans. Up first: THAT creepy motherf**ker.

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The timing for Maximum American Heart-swelling is about a week off, but your heart should still begin increasing in size when you watch this video of a Marine surprise-proposing to his girlfriend after throwing out the first pitch before a San Diego Padres game at PETCO Park.

Video is after the jump.

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In today’s best high school sports/World War II history news, a poor kid who loves to play baseball got the ultimate one-two knockout blow featured in his high school yearbook: a goofy message from his parents, and a typo that compares him to 5.1–6.0 million Jews. Meet Our Home Run Hitler!

This poor guy’s going to hear about this for the rest of his life (thanks, The Internet), but in all honesty the original version, “our home run hitter,” isn’t much better. What is he, eight? It might as well say “our little home run hitter.” I mean, it’s BETTER, but it’s still something that would cause me to stomp to my room, slam my door, put my face down into my pillows and think every variant of GAWD, MAWM while my loudest, worst music played.

One of the weirder side effects of the typo is that I’ve spent the last twenty minutes googling “Hitler Baseball,” hoping that maybe in addition to being an artsy vegetarian homosexual scat-enthusiast (and everything else America hated most in the 1940s) Hitler was a minor leaguer somewhere and got cut for not being able to advance runners. But nope, it’s just this kid, plus a bunch of stories about how Marge Schott thought Young Hitler was cool and a weird piece from the New York Times about how Hitler didn’t know much about baseball, which was written for some eason.

Anyway, congrats on your graduation, Hitler. Relevant:

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