I loved baseaball as a yute. I remember the exact time and day when it became apparent I was destined to be a right fielder for life. During our 1st practice the coaches were trying to find who were the talented ones for key positions. Grounders for the infielders. Evidently you are not supposed to look to the sky and stab your glove into the ground without looking at the ball to make a play. Okay, so infielder was not my forte.
Then it was off to the outfield to catch some fungoes. 1st one comes my way and i'm tracking it, and I settle under it, glove up, the ball makes a perfect landing just above my mit and parks itself right between my eyes. Two black eyes and the knowledge that I will be riding the pine till the 7th inning of every game...when by rull every kid has to play. So their I was.....out in right field... A lifer.