It was no contest for us in Raging Storm tonight as we blew out the opposition. Truth be known, we would have won via the mercy rule if the ump didn't give the Sharks a gift force out at second in the bottom of the sixth.
Personally speaking, I'm very disappointed with my defensive effort. Playing short stop, there was more than one ball I should have come up with but didn't. I can go 5 for 5 with 5 homers and have a restless night if my D was sub-par. I expect so much better of myself and I'm certain I'm capable of better.
The question that is plaguing me is "Why?". Why aren't I coming up with balls I normally field without a problem? I fear I know the answer but am afraid to admit it. I think it's time to part with the ball glove I've worn since I was fifteen.
I can still see Fernando Valenzuela's signature fading on the palm. This glove and I have been through so much...through peaks and valleys. It's always been there for me, but now I see it's literally falling apart at the seams. It's a mere shadow of its former glory. The insides have deterioriated and it no longer tightens so I'm able to field effectively. It's become a detriment to my play at short stop and that's unacceptable.
Saying goodbye is never easy. This is going to be tough, but my days with my glove are now numbered. Forgive me for shedding a tear. It's the first of many I'm afraid.
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