Amateur World Series/IBAF World Cup
The U.S. lost the inaugural Amateur World Series in 1938. The U.S. won its first Amateur World Series in 1973, and repeated a year later.
In 1988, the Amateur World Series became the International Baseball Federation's (IBAF) World Cup.
Since 1938, the U.S. has won fifteen medals: four gold (1973, 1974, 2007, 2009), seven silver (1938, 1969, 1970, 1972, 1978, 1988, 2001), and four bronze (1939, 1940, 1982, 1984).
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