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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DallasFanForever" data-source="post: 353275" data-attributes="member: 13221">That’s so funny! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this thread slip to page two before. Thank you Lashes! I appreciate you saying that. We get a lot of spiders. I’ve seen some really big ones and yes, they can be poisonous but for some reason they don’t scare me that much. Maybe I’d feel differently if one bit me though. It was tough because it was really all I wanted to do. I didn’t care about much else growing up. People would ask me what I would want to do when I grow up and my answer was play baseball. I never thought of it NOT happening. So when it didn’t happen I was crushed, and I got angry. And bitter. And hostile. I became quite the jerk. But I kept playing on my field with my friends and I’d even play out there alone by myself, which got some weird looks from the neighbors and family but I didn’t care. That field was my safe haven. If I couldn’t play professionally I was still gonna keep playing and I did. I remember mom quite often watching me from the window those times I was out there alone. I’m really not sure if she knew how much I was hurting cause I didn’t talk about it much. It was over and nothing could be done. But I think she knew something was wrong cause I was withdrawing from everyone and everything. I started caring less about my friends, my schoolwork and pretty much everything else. Looking back on it now? I needed to get over it and be thankful for everything else I had but I guess at the time I just wasn’t ready to let go of that dream. Luck does play a big part in it. Lightning has to strike for it to happen, and that’s just for ONE person to make it. I had a lot of good people helping me. My coaches, my family, friends, etc. and I thought my odds were good. But the higher you go the better the talent you’re playing against. It didn’t take me long to see that I was in trouble. I saw players that were so much better than me as I went, and it made me very quiet. What I didn’t realize back then was we all had the same dream. I wasn’t the only one, and it was stupid of me to think I was. So I panicked, and I made every excuse in the book why I didn’t make it. I blamed it on so many things, but ultimately I just wasn’t good enough. I can say that now. A few years later I attempted a comeback, but sadly my heart wasn’t in it anymore. Too much time had passed and it just didn’t feel the same. I still loved the game, but for some reason I wasn’t loving playing it anymore. I started missing practices, something I had never done. I was even having arguments with my teammates. My high school coach put me out of my misery and cut me from the team. Of course I wouldn’t accept that and I got mad at him. I told him off and told him that he wasn’t giving me a fair opportunity. I barely spoke to him for a couple of years but looking back on it he was right to take me off the team. He told me the truth and that couldn’t have been easy for him to do knowing how I felt. He gave me a huge opportunity considering I hadn’t even played in a few years at that point. After that baseball didn’t mean as much for a long time. I’d still watch it but now it would make me so sad. I’d have to bite my lip or adjust my eyes if I was watching with others cause I’d notice myself getting teary eyed. I still loved it, and it hurt. But luckily I had a pest, a troublemaker, a thorn in my side that wouldn’t let me stop caring about what I loved. She made me watch games with her and then proceed to ask me the dumbest questions I’ve ever heard. She’d call me in the middle of the day when I’m carrying 5 boxes up a driveway and ask me if there was a game that night and if I was coming over to watch it. Til this day I don’t know if she really loved the game herself or just played me by faking her interest to get me back watching again but whatever it was, it worked. I guess that’s what moms do. So now when I watch, the sadness of not playing professionally is gone. I’m at peace with that part. I enjoy it more now than I ever did to be honest. I probably put so much pressure on myself when I was younger that I never let myself enjoy it and just be a fan. Now I can sit back and be a fan again. There’s no way you can match the witterings I just typed Lashes LOL!!Water envy? You might’ve coined a phrase there my friend. I have to say you are the first person that has envied my “strictly water only to drink” philosophy. Not that I’m aware of but with what I witness every day on the road I’m sure it would be a big hit!I don’t know why I’m so afraid of snakes. They’ve always freaked me out a little. Maybe it’s the slithering. I can’t trust anything without legs. It creeps me out! I would die Oh, you wouldn’t like it here then Lashes! Snakes are all over the place. Water tends to bring them out I guess. That and the dampness and humidity. I think they love that. I’m glad I can help! The healthy living gets a little boring in my opinion but it’s very rewarding. I hope you are having a nice week so far my friend!!</blockquote>

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