Wednesday, September 14, 2011
My baseball-less days
From my first game I was hooked. I was going to grow up and be a professional baseball player. I played in little league and I don’t think I was anything better than average but that didn’t matter. It was the game that I loved. I played every summer from then until I was in 5th grade. That year just as school was about to begin my grandfather died suddenly. I’m not sure why, but for a while I lost my love for baseball. I didn’t play that summer. I was still a Tigers fan and I even went to Cleveland with a friend in Jr. High to see the Tigers, but the passion was no longer there. I think I felt bad for loving something that my grandfather could no longer love. I felt that it was unfair.