I eventually became proud of my strikeouts, because each one represented another learning experience.

Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.

I've always been a slave to my heart.

I gave out stars whenever an appropriate situation presented itself.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

I've witnessed thousands of superior athletes try to becomes hitters and fail at it.

They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball. And they tell you to hit it square.