Sometimes in life you are just plain wrong. When I was 5, my mom told me I was playing baseball. “Um, no, I’m not, MOM. Baseball is intrinsically boring and a mirage of ‘slice of life Americana’. Quit trying to control my life and live vicariously,” I said harshly, as I was a highly advanced and contrarian 5 year old.
“Just try it for a year,” she replied in an extremely mom-like fashion. “If you don’t like it after a year, you won’t have to play anymore.” What else could I say? It was a reasonable request with a built in escape clause. So I played baseball that year… and the following 12 years… and coed softball in college… and at my company’s softball game… and I watch approximately 75-115 games during the baseball season… and it’s my favorite sport. I was wrong. I love baseball. I wish my mom would have started me at 4 years old.
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