It Hurts, But You Can Get Back Up

“How’s the crowd taking it?” That’s how my dad always joked when I got “hurt” as a kid playing ball. I rolled on the ground until I was sure everyone in the crowd was sufficiently concerned. Then, I rose dramatically to thunderous...

Keep a Short Memory

I wish I could live the rest of my life with the memory of a 9-year-old baseball player. I would forget the bad stuff, remember only the good stuff, and treat every day like the gift that it is. Being around an incredible group of 9-year-old players this spring and...