I remember pitching as early as 8 or 9 years old in farm league. It was a lot of fun and I couldn’t wait to get on a real mound. I can remember, my first time on a little league mound even though it was 4 decades ago. I remember it because it went soooo badly. In between all my wild pitches, I walked a bunch of batters and plunked almost as many before getting the hook. It was difficult to get back out there, but I did. I got my emotions under control and eventually pitched as a Little League All-star when I was 11 and 12 years old. I took another short break from pitching when my jump to Senior Little League (full 60’6") didn’t go so well. I enjoyed catching and playing other defensive positions because I was really good no matter where I was put. Why invite disaster or stress, I thought? I got to HS and ended up re-kindling my pitching career with tremendous success. My Varsity coach didn’t even know I could pitch until I volunteered to pitch during a team practice. I eventually pitched in a state championship and two American Legion zone championships as well as a regional playoff. Being a pitcher is a tough road with lots of ups and downs. It’s great for developing character, but it’s definitely not for everyone. I continued to pitch in adult baseball leagues for another 20 years. I’m now in training to make my over-50 league debut
I remember a lot of my baseball youth. I simply sit back sometimes, close my eyes, and I’m back there. It never fails to put a smile on my face.