There was one point where I was simultaneously on FIVE different baseball teams at the same time. I was playing year round, for about five/six years. By the time I turned sixteen I just quit, I couldn't even watch baseball anymore. Joy sucked out of it entirely.
While my personality clashed with some of the kids I played with (I'm a fairly reserved guy, as opposed to your typical macho baseball man), that really wasn't the problem, it was of course the parents. Too many nightmare stories to recount. I stopped playing due to sheer burn out by the time we made it to varsity high school ball and I imagine all the drama was just kicked up a notch at that point. Which is frankly terrifying given what I witnessed myself.
Made a promise to myself that I would never get into coaching if I ever have kids. Luckily, while I was a kid, I was left in the dark regarding a lot of the $$$ issues, but even I wasn't oblivious to all the grown ass men and women acting like total jackasses on the sidelines. I mean, we had fucking police showing up to games, parents yelling at other kids that they suck, and of course everyone thought their little angel was the next MLB superstar. A friend of mine, great kid, ended up transferring high schools three times chasing playing time. Ended up playing for Rider and had a good career for them. So did it work out? Maybe. But it was sad to see him continuously getting yanked around schools, it was all dad's idea of course. Another friend played for Lafayette and quit after a year. This is getting long winded but what a nightmare world youth sports can be.