Fair warning
It’s that time again.
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When the all star season started….2 weeks after the incident…..I played my first game. I’d always been a timid child. Scared of roller coaster, timid at bat, scared of getting hit, ect. My first at bat I took a baseball to the helmet. My normal reaction would be to fall down and cry. Instead I just looked at the picture and started walking towards first. I started running my mouth at him as I walked. I even pointed the bat that I was still holding at him. My first base coach ran up and took the bat and walked me to first and tried to calm me down as I continued to talk ****. Finally the ump took me aside and said he didn’t think it was intentional but would throw the pitcher out if anything else happened. I was still seething but I shut up and played the game. I was hit 3 of my 7 at bats in the 2 games I played that day. I was leaning into the pitches that were close. My family told that story yesterday. My beloved and departed father, loved that story as he believed it was the day I decided I was unbeatable. And I guess in some ways it was, but it was really self hate, self punishment, and a mixture of fight or flight coming out as rage. There are so many things that make sense now. My boat is named “unsportsmanlike conduct” my friends called me “slice” because i took golden gloves as a kid and if you got in a fight with me I knew how to cut you with a punch. The worst was a 36 stich cut I put in a kids face who tried to kick me and run at me. I was kicked out of church league basketball because of my style of play. All all stories told about me with some form of “ha ha what a handful you were”. All of it, everything I’m known for is sadness, pain and shame.
Thanks for listening.