Baseball: the air that I breathed, the dirt that I stood in, the mitt that I clutched. Out here, everything mattered. I knew who I was. Today was the big day, the playoffs that determined who would play in the state finals.
The disgusted batter from the opposite team turned around and prepared me, “You wait, you just wait. See what mincemeat I make out of you.”
All the while I knew what he said was true. I was a behind the scenes man, a terrific catcher but put me up at bat, and I crumbled like brown sugar on a coffee cake.
Here are other books to explore from S.S. Simpson:
- Lifting the Veil
- Tears of a Soul Catcher
- Broken
