My most memorable moments as a youngin were spent playing the most amazing game in the world. See, where I come from, we would drink All Sport instead of Gatorade, we popped skittles instead of peanuts, and celebrated a win with churros, not pizza. Our hearts threw our balls and our souls ran us through the fields.
I was taught at a very young age that heroes get remembered but legends never die, that if you build it they will come, and most importantly, there's no crying in baseball. I'm sure that most of my life decisions have been made with these philosophies in mind. And I can tell you right now, the reason I haven't found love (other than baseball) yet is because, it's got to be that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff. Right?
I'm still the kid who would stay up all night reciting lines from baseball movies to myself in bed. I'm still the kid who all I wanted to do everyday after school, was go to a baseball game. And I'm still the kid who would show all the boys in town that I can play ball better than they can.
We are all on this earth for a purpose. My purpose...baseball. Watching baseball, thinking about baseball, dreaming about baseball, talking about baseball, playing baseball. I was there when the Rays (or should I say Devil Rays) had their inaugural season. Since 1998, I have been an avid Rays fan.
This blog is going to record my journey to reach the MLB Fan Cave. When I discovered the MLB Fan Cave, I knew instantly, this is where I need to be. Who's on 4th and Broadway? Well, I truly believe it will be me, and I hope you will follow me (literally, follow me @wrightitup), as I record everything that happens this year on my journey.
As they say, you can't steal second without taking your foot off first...I'm off!
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