I guess I'll measure internet dicks with you even though you won't tell me how hard a ball has to be hit to travel 200+ feet bounce twice and manage to strike someone in the face.
Not idea how many students went to my HS nor do I care to check. I think there were 400+ in my graduating class. Do the math. While playing legion ball(look it up if you're not familiar with it. I'm not sure it's still around) at 18, our coach told 3 of us some dude wanted to talk to us after the game. He had some job with the Reds or Phillies, don't remember which. Invited us to an tryout. A cattle call so to speak. Probably 100 or so. I was one of the last dozen left until I was told to put on 20 lbs of muscle(I weighed 145-150) and come back next year(which is why I have the "I don't blame anyone who takes 'roids to be better" attitude because I'd have done them had they been around). I was clocked in the upper 80s at 16 but couldn't throw strikes consistently to save my ***. Since I didn't see a future in baseball after being told to gain 20 lbs, I saw no point in pursuing the sport. I went to a college that didn't have a baseball team. No idea if I'd have made a team or not. I'd say "not" because it was no longer a priority in my life.
Played pick-up ball for a year then joined an adult league. Played for 5 years(sprinkled in 4 years of softball during that) then gave it up because I just didn't have time for a practice or two during the week and two three hour games on the weekend. I preferred to go lift at the gym than dedicate 10 hours or so to baseball. Last time I threw against a gun(at a minor league park so you figure out how accurate it was), the readings were 69, 74, 73. Three years ago.
There. Are you happy to hear my life story as related to baseball?