As I was cleaning my room (for literally freaking hours) I ran across a lot of my old high school English papers. Of course, before I threw them away I had to read them. One particular passage caught my eye and made me miss my baseball playing days. This was for Thomas Teckman's AP English class and had a due date of May 3rd.
"To our little town of Fort Loramie, baseball means nothing. When I came through there was a group of guys that gave all they had to the sport. We were always putting in the extra work to get better and always willing to sacrifice anything for each other. We had a passion for both the game and each other that, even if we only graduate with memories, will last a lifetime."
No, it's not really worded the best, but its 100% true. This is the part about baseball I miss the most. Guys competing together with a jaded sense of what's really important in life, and having a blast doing it. Hour and a half practices, 30 minute lifting sessions, and playing football and basketball to get in shape. Playing baseball was never like that again.
And the best part? We won the 2007 State Championship a little more than a month later.
