When I was sixteen my dream was to make it in the Major Leagues. What red-blooded young North American doesn’t dream of making it to MLB or NHL or NBA?
I could throw relatively hard. And, I had some local scouts showing interest. But life has a way of knocking you down a peg or two. One of the scouts who came to watch told my coach it was too bad I was a right-hander. If I were a lefty, given my 5’11” stature and my velocity, I would have been sought after. As a righty, I needed to grow two to three more inches minimum to grab their real attention. My velocity and local success meant nothing to them.Read More »Major Leagues