Hang it up
I haven’t really followed baseball for a few years. A bit here and there. But I’m making an effort this year. I’ve watched a dozen games or so. To be honest, it’s been a real disappointment. Sure, the Yankees are still very much in the running. The games are now broadcast in beautiful and crisp HD. The slow motion is better than it ever was before. But being forced to watch the baseball heroes of my youth deteriorate has been a little heartbreaking.
I still remember what it felt like to connect with the ball cleanly. A swing and then ‘thwap.’ The ball came off with a jump if you hit it just right. Nothing quite better in the world.
But personally, I could never hit a curve ball. And it became very clear that my baseball career was never going anywhere. I played until it wasn’t fun anymore.
Posada, Jeter, I don’t know much about baseball but it’s probably getting to be that time. Don’t embarrass yourselves. You and I will always have the memories.