In the summer of 1995, the summer after the strike, the summer after the year there was no World Series but I own a 1994 World Series baseball, I worked at Logan Valley Christian Retreat near Ellington, Missouri. For years, my youth ...
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Day #200
Day number 200.
I don’t think I’ve followed through with any New Year’s Resolution quite as determinedly or passionately as I’ve pursued this one.
For those resolutions I did make, I know I never made it to day 200 with any of ...
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Day #199
(Rance is in the long-sleeves on the left. The other three are sports campers getting hydrated after a highly-competitive game of 2-base.)
I was paid to play catch.
Rance (Day #32) asked if I’d be willing to come and tell stories of ...
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Day #198
From self-narrated backyard wiffle ball games to practicing backhands throwing a ball against a brick wall, baseball encourages audacious dreams.
Last summer, thanks to Baseball Seams Co. and the America at the Seams project, I was ...
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Day #197
The only time Jamie has played catch with me this year was on Valentine’s Day.
She used the same glove she used to use when she played fast-pitch softball in high school, the same glove Kaylea used during her sole softball season. The same ...
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