Went outside and took a trip to my backyard. Uncovered the wooden backstop and stretched out the arm. Used the bands and some weight and then began to loosen. Starting short and from the windup, I began to throw. As I traveled down the road into oblivion all alone, I imagined myself on the mound of Fenway and the joy that it would bring me. Throwing heat up and in on Bryce Harper and sitting him down. I feel home on the mound of my dreams and while I will never get there in this life, I am determined to do all that I can to one day call myself a pitcher. In my heart of hearts I know that that is where I belong.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 23:52:11 +0000
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