We laid down on the floor for our last official night. The last night was spent the same as the first-on something other than a real mattress. Full circle.
I always told myself I would be done playing if I experienced a long period of time without enjoyment. Passion and heart are what got me to such a point in my career and without them, it would become increasingly difficult. As this season wore on, I started to lose that heart and passion for playing the game I love. Managers, coaches
I laced up my spikes for another opening day, my 4th as a pro. Over all the years of playing, there have been a number of memorable moments. They can be best described by the feelings that accompanied them. The feeling of over 10000 fans shaking the ground beneath me at an NCAA regional final, the feeling of winning a Big Ten Championship, the feeling of clinching a playoff berth. It's feelings like these that stick in my head, it's these feelings that keep me trucking along.
Seth recently wrote about his baseball background, so in the same spirit, I wanted to share a story of my own.
We headed over to the field for some groundballs. Three young men trotted out after us, donning fresh spikes and jerseys without names on the back. When they joined me at SS, I thought it a good chance to welcome the new guys and practice some Spanish, so I struck up a conversation. We introduced ourselves and I learned they were from the Dominican Republic. Out of a hunch,
He was there again this morning. In khaki shorts, an old t-shirt and a ball cap, he was unassuming. He easily could have been missed, but I noted his presence in the back of my mind. The first time I saw him, I couldn't figure out the meaning. He wound up and fired again and again. His easy left handed arm action suggesting he had done this many times before. The big wall in the center of the complex was his catcher, returning each throw on a roll so he could reload and unfurl another. Every pitch
I awake with sore hands and forearms, worry and stress cause me to clench my fists while I sleep-an outward manifestation of an inward feeling. My body tenses up in a reaction to the stresses of life. The only way I am able to defend against my stress reaction is through letting go, through surrendering. The truth is-open hands are always better than clenched fists.
I cut through the Florida morning fog on the way to the complex and see the sun rising over empty fields. I walk into