Growing up in the beautiful town of Abilene, Texas in the center of Texas was great. The city is wonderful, the people are always nice, and there is always something to do. I couldn't have asked for a better place to grow up in. I do, however, wish I could say the same for my childhood.
While I was young, both of my parents were in the house. They were very religious, and instilled deep Christian values upon me. We would go to church every Sunday, bible school, and more.
It wasn't until five that my life was turned upside down. My mother got a new job that required her to work on Sunday's and my father decided to do work around the house on Sunday's. My days in the church were over at that time. A year later my mother and father began to grow distant. My father began to work late and not come home until almost the next morning. My mother stopped trying to figure things out and they ended up divorcing when I was 8. In the meanwhile, I was around constant fighting for two years.
I asked my mother if her and my father would be alright, and she always told me yes. She wanted to hide the fact that they were going to eventually be divorced. I wasn't old enough to deal with a divorce so she tried to hide it for two more years. My dad came around the house between the ages of 8-10 just so that they didn't have to tell me they were divorced. When my father was here they never talked and if they did they were arguing.
As they say, every cloud has a silver lining and there was one in my case. I would constantly lock myself in my room and listen to the radio when I was younger, and one day I happened upon a baseball game on the radio. I listened intently as I learned more about the game.
I would try to listen to a game every day as I learned more about the sport and the different terms. It took me a while to catch on, but I figured it out as time went by. My father would always speak of the Rangers and Nolan Ryan, and I loved hearing the team play each and every day.
When my dad would come over I went right to my room hoping a baseball game would be on. I became a Rangers fan by the age of 9. I told my mom I listened to the games and she went out and bought me a Rangers hat that I wore all over. I even wore it to school everyday. My friends would ask me "did the Rangers win last night?". Unfortunately the 1983 season for the Rangers wasn't exactly a great one (77-85), but every time our beloved Rangers won we loved to talk about it. Even at the ages of 8 and 9!
As a kid, baseball was more to me than a game. It was more to me than numbers. It was more than WAR and ERA+ (some of you may get a kick out of that). It wasn't even just something I liked. It was something that took my mind away from everything else. It took my mind away from my parents fighting. It gave me something to look forward, not hearing my parents fight, but listening to my Rangers play.
While I was young, both of my parents were in the house. They were very religious, and instilled deep Christian values upon me. We would go to church every Sunday, bible school, and more.
It wasn't until five that my life was turned upside down. My mother got a new job that required her to work on Sunday's and my father decided to do work around the house on Sunday's. My days in the church were over at that time. A year later my mother and father began to grow distant. My father began to work late and not come home until almost the next morning. My mother stopped trying to figure things out and they ended up divorcing when I was 8. In the meanwhile, I was around constant fighting for two years.
I asked my mother if her and my father would be alright, and she always told me yes. She wanted to hide the fact that they were going to eventually be divorced. I wasn't old enough to deal with a divorce so she tried to hide it for two more years. My dad came around the house between the ages of 8-10 just so that they didn't have to tell me they were divorced. When my father was here they never talked and if they did they were arguing.
As they say, every cloud has a silver lining and there was one in my case. I would constantly lock myself in my room and listen to the radio when I was younger, and one day I happened upon a baseball game on the radio. I listened intently as I learned more about the game.
I would try to listen to a game every day as I learned more about the sport and the different terms. It took me a while to catch on, but I figured it out as time went by. My father would always speak of the Rangers and Nolan Ryan, and I loved hearing the team play each and every day.
When my dad would come over I went right to my room hoping a baseball game would be on. I became a Rangers fan by the age of 9. I told my mom I listened to the games and she went out and bought me a Rangers hat that I wore all over. I even wore it to school everyday. My friends would ask me "did the Rangers win last night?". Unfortunately the 1983 season for the Rangers wasn't exactly a great one (77-85), but every time our beloved Rangers won we loved to talk about it. Even at the ages of 8 and 9!
As a kid, baseball was more to me than a game. It was more to me than numbers. It was more than WAR and ERA+ (some of you may get a kick out of that). It wasn't even just something I liked. It was something that took my mind away from everything else. It took my mind away from my parents fighting. It gave me something to look forward, not hearing my parents fight, but listening to my Rangers play.
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