A silver baseball paperweight in my office reminds me of choices. What might have been. What could be.
I loved baseball. I still do.
During one fateful Little League game, I bent down to scoop up a grounder. The ball popped up and hit me in the nose. Pain and blood ensued. I remember the game stopped, but no one clapped as I left the field.
I was scared out of my wits the ball was gonna hit me on my next time up to bat. I stood there taking strike after strike without one swing.
Humiliated. Emasculated. Intimidated.
I decided I no longer wanted to play baseball but wanted to take piano lessons instead.
Would I have been a Major League pitcher? Maybe. Not likely. But maybe.
As career musician, did I make the right choice to take piano? Maybe. Most likely.
I loved music then. I still do.
