August 25, 2016

My addiction has been a lifelong struggle. As most who spend any considerable amount of time near or around me know, the pin drop where my heart should be located was, very early in life, consumed by a cowhide-covered baseball. And akin to the Grinch, if you put me in a position where my day-to-day activities are encompassed by something I hold an unwavering passion for (in this case, the round ball), my heart, much like the infamous Suessian character's ticker, tends to grow three sizes too...