Coming from experience, I can tell you one thing: Sports memories are forever.
As I move on in life, further and further away from the glorious time that was being a kid, I can reflect on a life well-lived.
Fortunately, I had parents whose support had no end.
They were there when I decided I wanted to be like my big brother and play soccer. They were there when I wanted to give up baseball to play football. They were there when I wanted to give up football and concentrate on track and field (mainly field).
Through all the successes and through all of the failures; they were there.
I can still remember being an 9-year old boy in coach's pitch baseball, slugging the game winning home run with one out in the last inning. A home run that not only sent us to the state tournament, but also broke out the window of the opposing coach's car.
We would finish second place in the state of Texas.
I still remember pitching a no-hitter against Roger Clemens' son's team. After the game I asked him for his autograph, and he jokingly asked me for mine before signing my cap.
My dad, being the supportive dad that he is, said I looked better th...
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