Oh boy, for all the memories!
I always find it interesting to analyze myself. Of course, that leads to many pitfalls, pratfalls and pitiful actions. However, thee are those shining times when all of those “P” words are replaced with smiles, sipping, shaking with laughter and a sense of having accomplished, at least, something.
During this time of the year, my self analyzing takes me to my memory bank of baseball. In all honesty, I never played a game of baseball I played basketball. Growing up, baseball came at the wrong time of the year planting season and that called for all hands to be on deck to help in getting those seeds into the ground as quickly as possible.