I Got My Swing Back

This summer I am a proud player on the Rhode Island Rebels baseball team. I love the group of guys that I play with. They're like brothers. However, 3/4 of them couldn't get past the first round of "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader." Mind you my team is made up of rising high school seniors and college freshmen. We'll see how many of them actually stop from their busy days to read this...

A wise man once said that you have to be dumb to play baseball... oh the irony

Although baseball is a thinking man's game you can't be successful playing it while thinking. This has been my downfall ever since I was picking flowers in right field when I was in 2nd grade. I'm told that I am too smart for the game sometimes (back door brag) and that hurts my performance on the field.

Unlike some of my teammates, I take myself myself out of the game by over thinking the game. So to make myself feel less bad about myself I'll spend pre-game saying the quadratic formula in their face, or call them by the names of famous scientists. I do this because I know I'll get a response like this: "Wha' tha fuck are you talkin' bout' Ted. Im done wit skool man, I coudn't even handle that shit during the year."

Little victories.

So recently I got out of my slump. I was struggling at the dish (believe it or not) and I needed to start hitting the ball again.

Did I go for the ever popular slump buster? Na

Roids? Na

Did I make a Kenny Powers "Actions Speak Louder Than Words" training video to boost my confidence? Na


Did I eat a bowl of Tony the Tiger Frosted Flakes like any Williamsport hero would? Na

I just dumbed myself out, dropped my hands and swung like I had a pair. 270 feet later I'm standing on third base with a smile that would tickle a puppy.

So no, I didn't get my pitch back by hitting Reg MacWorthy in the fuckin' eye, but I finally got my swing back.

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