Baseball in the basket
Years ago, when I was a tiny Little League all-star, I made a bet with my best friend Blue.
The bet was simple. Twenty bucks that one day, someday, I would have one plate appearance for a Major League Baseball team.
That was it. It didn’t matter when or for what team, and it definitely didn’t matter if I struck out, walked, or nailed a single. Just one time up at bat. For $20 (I guess that was a lot for us back then).
Now an adult and considered “over the hill” in baseball years, I have a sneaking suspicion that my chance to made good on this childhood wager is dwindling. I just don’t have too many professional ballclubs calling me up these days asking me to fill a roster spot.
But where reality sets in, there is always a world of fantasy. A world where our imagination expands faster than our regular lives. Where a grown man can reach back into his childhood and snatch the eager years just a bit longer than we’re supposed to.