My three strikeout t-ball game. As with most of my sporting endeavors, I was slightly below average compared to my peers. I wasn't the kid eating dirt or throwing rocks, but I wasn't lighting the field on fire either. So one day I really wanted to go to a birthday party instead of the game, and I just wasn't having it. Head was not in the game whatsoever. Three times up, three times struck out (I think we got four chances and if they were all strikes and/or fouls, you had to sit). I believe that was when mom and dad realized what they were dealing with athletics-wise. I still played ball until about age 13, but expectations were the lowest of low.
That movie Inside Out is dead on, by the way. I have dozens of core memories, both good and bad, banging around in the noggin that I will never forget.
That movie Inside Out is dead on, by the way. I have dozens of core memories, both good and bad, banging around in the noggin that I will never forget.