First off, let the record reflect that yesterday, the one year anniversary of Zach Fields day, came and went with little to no fanfare.
Secondly, this is the last night for me in Naples. I'm looking forward to returning to the ROC. There is so much I could write about to bash, complain, make fun of, whine and hate on Naples. And that is probably coming soon. It'll come when I need to sharpen my self-pity and loathing writing skills.
The third thing, I lost my black baseball mitt last Thursday. I left it on the back of my uncle's car while I drank beers with the guys on my softball team after the game. I looked at it sitting there and knew it wasn't a good idea. I still had hope that someone picked it up after I left. There was no such luck.
I had that glove since 6th grade. I feel like I lost an Aunt that I was somewhat close to. The glove had seen better days, it was all stitched up with tan cowhide straps. It was really a big part of my sporting life growing up. Since hitting was never my strong suit, that glove carried me. Hell, on my JV team I was a designated fielder for most of the games. Really. Played the whole game, didn't get to hit.
After I got into the garage, I was feeling a little buzzed mainly because I hadn't eaten anything all day besides some cereal, a bagel and two fruit popsicles. When I looked in the back seat and didn't see it I kinda lied to myself. I knew right away how I fucked up. I thought "Oh hell, that's a helluva way for the glove to go out, driving home after having some beers with the fellas, skidding off the trunk somewhere on the backstreets of Naples. At least it went out in a blaze of glory." I tried to tell myself this as I tossed and turned in my bed. It was all bullshit though. I couldn't sleep, it wasn't only because of the glove. I was thinking of a story to tell my uncle about why I got home so late. But the fact that I lost one of the things I've had longer in my life than most things was the main reason I got about four hours of sleep that night.
I wanted to keep that glove until I was 50. Keep stringing the laces together, tie together some cow hide, that would keep it useful.
I'm still bummed out but I'll get over it. I have a good back up at home. I always needed to have one just in case the webbing broke. It now moves into the starting role, it just won't be the same.
ROC tomorrow.
Secondly, this is the last night for me in Naples. I'm looking forward to returning to the ROC. There is so much I could write about to bash, complain, make fun of, whine and hate on Naples. And that is probably coming soon. It'll come when I need to sharpen my self-pity and loathing writing skills.
The third thing, I lost my black baseball mitt last Thursday. I left it on the back of my uncle's car while I drank beers with the guys on my softball team after the game. I looked at it sitting there and knew it wasn't a good idea. I still had hope that someone picked it up after I left. There was no such luck.
I had that glove since 6th grade. I feel like I lost an Aunt that I was somewhat close to. The glove had seen better days, it was all stitched up with tan cowhide straps. It was really a big part of my sporting life growing up. Since hitting was never my strong suit, that glove carried me. Hell, on my JV team I was a designated fielder for most of the games. Really. Played the whole game, didn't get to hit.
After I got into the garage, I was feeling a little buzzed mainly because I hadn't eaten anything all day besides some cereal, a bagel and two fruit popsicles. When I looked in the back seat and didn't see it I kinda lied to myself. I knew right away how I fucked up. I thought "Oh hell, that's a helluva way for the glove to go out, driving home after having some beers with the fellas, skidding off the trunk somewhere on the backstreets of Naples. At least it went out in a blaze of glory." I tried to tell myself this as I tossed and turned in my bed. It was all bullshit though. I couldn't sleep, it wasn't only because of the glove. I was thinking of a story to tell my uncle about why I got home so late. But the fact that I lost one of the things I've had longer in my life than most things was the main reason I got about four hours of sleep that night.
I wanted to keep that glove until I was 50. Keep stringing the laces together, tie together some cow hide, that would keep it useful.
I'm still bummed out but I'll get over it. I have a good back up at home. I always needed to have one just in case the webbing broke. It now moves into the starting role, it just won't be the same.
ROC tomorrow.
posted by Zach Fields at
10:50 PM
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