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| Young Dreams from a Potential Legend
Janet Kuypers 4/26/15 I started playing baseball with my friends when I was maybe seven, then I joined the team at school. You see, I was a pitcher and because I was tall, I’d throw that ball and batters were stumped. I played in the minor leagues and I really did well. At one point, I think the major leagues were looking at me, like I could really have had a future in baseball. I was doing something I loved, and I was on top of the world. But one year, as I was pitching that ball when playing baseball it was like my shoulder just went out one. It hurt so much that it became next to impossible to play baseball again. I mean, I know my mom has arthritis, it runs in the family, but I didn’t think when I was so young it could affect me so. I was really enjoying what I was able to do, but like with the snap of my fingers, I had to stop. # It’s funny, I played baseball for years as I was growing up, but I think my dad came to my games less than half the time. I know he traveled for his job, he had better things to do, but I really didn’t know if he cared about my playing baseball at all. I mean, he later told me that he was really proud of everything I did, but I never got that impression from him when I was young. Looking back, all I can think was that when I played baseball I could have been a legend, and my dad seldom saw my games. |
