I remember the day that I stopped playing baseball. It was a sunny Sunday with a sky so blue that a baseball floating against that sky could hypnotize…it was ‘Norman Rockwell’ beautiful. It was a great day for adult league baseball. I was creeping up on my middle 40’s and the other players were seemed younger…and faster. My interest in playing was waning…and so was my playing time. I wasn’t sore at the younger, better, younger players. I was upset at Father Time.
His unbeaten streak continues…
I also was upset that my dreams were unraveling. I thought that I would live to love Baseball and live to play Baseball each and every day.
Now I wonder about the time that I wasted, chasing my “Diamond Dream”.
I replaced Baseball with Darts. Falling fanatically in love with the game (especially since the game is married to beer drinking…WINNING!!!) and going to all ends to find a match. I was pretty good, and to this day, I enjoy playing the game.
Let me cut to the chase…it takes some of us a while…it’s taken me 50+ years to “get it”. Now…I get it. Writers attend “writing groups” and writers guild meetings. Writers go to conferences and rub elbows with other writers. Writers spend evenings reading and writing.
Therefore, this blog is my retirement from competitive sports and games. I will compete, recreationally, and might throw one night a week in league. That’s it though. No tournaments, no traveling to find a league or tournament. I AM DONE! I’ve spotted King, Rice, Koontz and Gaiman QUITE a few years and I have a lot to learn just to be competitive in their arena.
For those of you that know me personally, you are aware that if I pick up the mental aspect of writing, the concentration and other dirty work, the way that I picked up some sports, then don’t worry…
I’ll be just fine.