I was 12 years old, and I could never have imagined what was to come when my parents dropped me off at Niagara Park about a mile and half from home for my little league game.
They drove me because I was late after an eye doctor appointment, which should foreshadow for you my struggles as a ballplayer. Just couldn’t (can’t) see.
Anyway, I started that terrible game day in a panic, I was late for pitching tryouts.
Coach let me try out anyway. Then he laughed, actually laughed out loud, at my fastball...
What happened? Read all of the pastor's column in the Oct. 21 Advance.
