Baseball my obession

Ever since I was kid my parents said you could find my me with a baseball in my hand. My Dad was a massive baseball fan and even my Grandpa coached baseball for about forty years of his life. When I was a kid I would sit there watching sport center after school patiently waiting for the baseball highlights. Do not get me wrong I love football and basketball, but nothing will ever touch baseball. By the time I was like six or seven, I could name almost every player in the MLB, what they hit, what their earned run average was, and even how many home runs they hit. I spent countless hours playing old MLB games playing franchise mode. I would do fantasy drafts crafting my own teams from the ground up. I played baseball all year round. I played rec baseball and private ball that carried over into the fall and even the winter.





My main position was always pitching and I always thrived at it. It really taught me how to deal with pressure and still use that in my life today when I have to do something like present a project. The amount of money I have spent on going to Yankee games, baseball merchandise, and baseball cards I probably could pay off my student loans. My Yankee pitcher of all time was Mike Mussina, aka the Moose.


I am not sure why, but I always loved his style of pitching and mirrored it to mine in real life. He was not an overpowering pitcher, but instead used his breaking pitches to set up his fastball, therefore making the fastball seem much faster then it actually was. One time when I was at Yankee Stadium my father got seems right above the Yankee dugout when I was about seven. I was mildly disappointed Mussina was not pitching, but boy did my demeanor change soon after. In the fourth inning I saw Mussina come out of clubhouse and into the dugout and he was watching the game. I proceeded to scream Mike Mussina!!!!!!! your my favorite!!!! He turned and looked right at me. He signaled for me to come to the side of the dugout and I quickly ran down. He exchanged conversation with me asking if I played baseball, what position, and things like that. After the conversation was over he signed a ball and his hat and gave it to me. Probably the best thing that has ever happened to me ever. I still have this stuff in my room positioned like a throne at home. Baseball has been the one consistent thing in my life no matter where I go. Despite not playing college baseball due to injuring my elbow, I still umpire baseball on a daily basis, continue to watch every Yankee game, and still stay up to speed with the entire league. My morning routine consists of waking up, brushing my teeth, and checking the Yankee/MLB bleacher report to see if I missed out on any new headlines. I still even play in men's leagues but I have a pretty messed up elbow so I can throw to much anymore.