I've played baseball ever since I was 5 or 6 and it means so much to me. My dad was always at my games and knew everyone on my team he was truly proud om me playing baseball. I won many trophies and plaques to hang on the wall. He would always help me practice and would be the only one I practiced catching with on the field. But sadly I dropped out of baseball cause I couldn't take it no more. Not having him there to make me better at baseball just ruins it all.
