Lots of people were lined up around the fences, watching my direction. While I never got any good at playing, I did learn a lot of things that I carried into my adulthood.Īs I woke up somewhere between home and 1 st base, I begin to notice things around me. I did like to sing, and did that most of my life. It got so bad, that my mom would pay me to practice! (My brother didn’t know this for years!) Piano just wasn’t for me. I wanted to be outside playing baseball with all of my friends. Kathy Young was my teacher and she really was good, after all she taught Tom and that was proof enough. He could play by ear or put a piece of music in front of him and he would play it flawlessly. My brother picked up her talents except he also had the talent of playing the piano. She had been the main singer on the Church of the Nazarene Evangelistic hour for a few years that was played on radio stations around the world. She was always being asked to sing solos at church and she had one of the best alto voices around. The next thing I remember is waking up somewhere between home plate and first base. I take off running down the first base line because I got on base. My confidence is high though, I made contact! In comes the next pitch, it is high and inside and hits me in the head. The third pitch I hit a screaming liner down the first base line, just foul. I was never scared of any pitcher and I relished the idea of getting a hit off of him. As a 7 year old, you have all kind of thoughts. Will I be his next victim? I walk up to the plate to get ready. I was up next and this pitcher had the reputation of being the best in the league and had the fastest fast ball you had ever seen. Strike three you’re out yelled the umpire! This is what I heard while standing in the warm up box.
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