This is a particularly favorite chapter in my memoir because the subject matter is something that is near to heart—my love for the sport of baseball. With the start of the regular season just under two weeks away, I wanted to once again share this short chapter in my memoir.
James & His Love for Baseball
Baseball is the most amazing sport for someone like me that has a mental illness. I love what the game of baseball teaches you. You could be the best pitcher in the game, dominating at every aspect of throwing a baseball, and still give up four home runs in a game. The game of baseball can be unforgiving, much like living with a mental illness. It is no wonder that during the Spring, Summer, and early fall baseball is my goto when I need to get away from the daily struggles of life.
The spectacle that is baseball where every 90 feet is important to me. I love the game of baseball because it is pure. Anything can happen on a baseball field. A team can hit four home runs one night, and get shutout the next. Every player is important to the team.
For three hours almost every day I get to enjoy a game I love. On those rare occasions I find myself in a baseball stadium, it is visceral experience.
Sure, I suffer from social anxiety, and it has been years since I caught a game live there is nothing more my speed than a baseball stadium. The smell of the grass. The taste of a hotdog and a soda. The sound of the bat making contact with the ball. Even the energy of the crowd is an amazing thing to behold.
It’s amazing the ups and downs of a baseball season can teach you. Even if your team has one of the best records in baseball, it’s not for sure you will make the World Series. If you somehow your team makes it to the fall classic, anything can happen and your team might lose. You can be the most successful baseball player on the planet, but if your team is not great, you still have to play every day. Baseball really is a team sport because you need all nine guys playing their position in the field of play.
My favorite stories are players no team wanted coming to your team and becoming a superstar. On any given night, a baseball player can be the walk-off hero from the star player down to the guys on the bench. Watching baseball is one of the things that has helped me over the course of spring and summer months with my depression and anxiety.
I still don’t understand how watching baseball makes me feel good inside and out for a few hours out of my day. It relaxes me, even when my team is doing bad, it doesn’t cause me to get overly anxious. I get so lost in the game of baseball all summer. For any of my social media accounts, be prepared to be overloaded with baseball talk from March to October.
I doubt my love for America’s past time will ever go away, and for a good portion of my year baseball will always be there for me with another game for me to watch and to cheer for my favorite team, the Los Angeles Dodgers.
Always Keep Fighting