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Fears, Fastballs and Failures

Posted on Friday, March 30, 2012 in Uncategorized

I love baseball.  Love it!  In fact, I am watching the Ken Burns Baseball series right now.

I have loved baseball since I was seven years old.  I love baseball, and my love includes a sentimental affection.  I even know one of the players I found in the very first pack of baseball cards I ever bought. 1

Scott, the Baseball Player

My parents, and especially my dad, supported my desire to play baseball.  I played a couple of positions, but I primarily played catcher.

When I was a teen I played my last season of organized baseball. I was a small, skinny and awkward teen.  Those attributes could have foretold that my baseball season would be a challenge, but reality was even worse.

Early in the season I faced the biggest fastest-throwing pitcher I had ever seen.  Known for being a wild pitcher I stood at home plate scared that he would strike me out, and even more scared that he would hit me and break me.

He didn’t break me, but when he hit me I had to fight back tears as I re-composed myself before walking to first base.

While it was not intentional, and it would have taken exceptional ability to hit my skinny little triceps, he hit me again in the same place.

Scott, the Baseball Failure

After I was hit the first time I was scared.  After I was hit the second time I tried, but I couldn’t “get over it.”  I was never the same.  I was scared the rest of the season; a good baseball player hits .300, I hit .063.

I failed to live up to my baseball fantasies.  Fearing failure I never played organized baseball again.

Overcoming Failure

Tom Peters wrote, “By hook or by crook, quash your fear of failure, savor your quirkiness and participate fully in the fray!”

How can I “quash” the fear of failure?

That’s a question for next week.


1 – I can still remember a baseball card of a player I didn’t know, from a team I didn’t like. It was New York Mets’ outfielder Tommie Agee in the 1970 Topps baseball card series.   That was forty-two years ago.  I still remember the card, that’s how special baseball was to me.


Bring on the comments

  1. Although I enjoy your personal stories, sometimes they make me sad…. 🙁 I understand your fear!

  2. Then we’re not alone … together. =D

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