Today I was reminiscing on some things.
The major thing that stuck out in my head was baseball when I was younger.
Much like soccer, I was never a fan, but some of my best and most vivid memories had to deal with baseball.
My Grandpa Naeger buying me my first real baseball bat, throwing to me in the front yard with my dad.
My Uncle mark coaching our teams and aspiring to be the player he was.
Then the most vivid memory I have is of a T-ball game at St.George.
My Grandpa Collard was in town. I had a game and he was there. I had it in my mind I had to make a big play.. Sitting at second base, bases loaded.. I had it in my mind that I’d get the ball at second and run it home to get the runner out.
This is exactly what happened.
I still remember (remember this is t-ball) my coaches instructing me to do what I was supposed to do and throw the ball to first next time.. I played out this great scenario in my head, executed, and was met with criticism.
I think it still sticks with me because I’ve never wanted to do what was the normal. I’ve always aspired for more, doing things the way I see them being done.
Always being told how to do things, but always wanting to try new ways and ideas.
Maybe I should have thrown the ball to first.. But no guts, no glory.