tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9438466.post7033166196052420187..comments2023-06-20T06:34:12.073-07:00Comments on <b>MAN-MAKING BLOG</b>: Grounders: Boys, Men, and a Baseball AdventureUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9438466.post-76882421299888813192011-10-26T11:10:51.738-07:002011-10-26T11:10:51.738-07:00Earl:
Thanks for this post. I grew up playing bas...Earl:<br /><br />Thanks for this post. I grew up playing baseball, basketball, football and any other sport that had a ball involved. I made great lifelong friends with my coaches, teammates and even opponents.<br /><br />I still correspond and occasionally see former coaches and friends I played with as a young boy. It all started with my dad. He was a coach and I followed him everywhere! I was a gym rat and spent countless hours shooting baskets while he was working with his team on one end of the court or working in the locker room. I had the gym to myself and I was in all my glory. He didn't have a job, he played for a living!<br /><br />He coached me in baseball and taught me how to keep score. When he was coaching a team of older boys, I kept score, shagged foul balls, and was the bat boy. Your post elicited many fond memories of the life I lived as a young boy growing up and developing into the person I am today because of the mentoring and bonding coaches, older athletes and teammates I grew to know and shape me into me.<br /><br />I wouldn't be who I am if it hadn't been for sports and belonging to a team.<br /><br />Thanks again.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />MikeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17370252221666384654noreply@blogger.com