The Fifteen (#11)

repeat…over the course of the final fifteen days of 2009,   i’m going to let you in on fifteen things that need to change in my life in the coming year.   fifteen decisions that i am making that reflect things that are important to me.

i’m going to go waaay out on a limb.   i’m going to give you my best shot at honest transparency, in an attempt to be held accountable.  some things will be  about my spiritual journey…others are simply improvements to the life i walk.   either way, they are important to me…and here’s the next one on the list:

change number eleven

i was never a great athlete.  i was pretty average at a lot of sports, but i definitely didn’t excel at anything.

i played little league and did ok.  i even played a year on my high school baseball team.  i did pretty well in high school football…i even went on to play in junior college.  i played on my high school golf team (mostly because the football coach was the golf coach) and the tennis team (i was actually really good at ping pong from growing up at my local boys club…it served me well on the tennis court).

when i got in my later years in college, i fell in love with volleyball and ended up playing in lots of rec leagues…and even coached men’s and women’s volleyball in college for four years.  i also coached baseball in college and played softball for about thirty years.   put those things together with all the youth sports i’ve coached through the years and you could say i was a living, breathing wannabe sports star!

now that my body has all but completely failed me…i can’t run (highly overrated, anyway)…my batting practice fastball might be able to top 60mph…with the wind…my jump shot has no more jump…golf’s too expensive to play enough to get any better…and, well…you get the picture.

not to fear, though.  i have found my sport to take me into the next decade and beyond.  bowling.

and this year, i am determined to raise my bowling average.

so…all of you youngsters out there can laugh, if you want.  but i promise you, there is a trunk-load of ben gay that awaits your sorry, youthful, “i-can-play-ball-forever-in-my-own-mind” beehinds.   not to mention the yards of athletic tape, ankle wraps, ice packs and excedrin.

play on, brothers.

but for me, the bowling alley awaits.

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