my one regret
So I have been sitting around watching the College World Series. And all I can seem to think about is the one big mistake I made in my life and that was quitting baseball. I always said it was because I didn't like the coaches and didn't like how the game was being played. But truth be told, I loved it all (ok maybe the coaches were assholes) but baseball was my life. In all honesty I gave up baseball because I thought I couldn't be "metal" or "goth" and still play baseball. The ignorance of youth. I gave up the one thing I loved just to fit in better with the music I liked. It honestly makes me sick that I gave up. And there hasn't been a moment since that I have thought wow I miss it. I miss the feeling of the first warm day of spring and the air just smells like baseball and you know you are gunna be playing baseball. I miss making my catchers mit POP when someone threw the ball...even if it wasn't all that fast. I miss taking a bounced fastball off the chest and keeping the other teams guy from even thinking about running. I miss "BALLS IN COMING DOWN!!" I miss choosing which trick play to call when there was a man on first and a man on third. I miss the stinging in my hands when I connect with a single up the middle. I even miss running the bases. I miss catching for this one pitcher in freshman baseball who would get so nervous he would throw 100 wild pitches and all he asked was for me to catch everything he threw to calm his nerves. Most of all I miss watching the other teams coach get worried when they saw me throw down to second, my dad used to say that "after the first practice throw down the coaches would decide to only run on a passed ball, and if it got by me I would make them pay for running". All I am saying is that everyone has their one big regret and mine will always be that I quit baseball.