so, this is living.

it's the thrill. it's terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. there's something exciting about being less than 60 feet away from a swing that could crush your skull. and i've seen skulls crushed, noses broken, eyes blackened. but they don't matter, because on each pitch and each play, i lose all train of thought. i've caught line drives that i didn't even realize had been hit; i've made plays that i didn't even think about. because everything about this game is second nature. when i put on that underarmor and smear that eyeblack, when my mitt goes on my hand and i taste the dirt in my mouth, i stop worrying about cuts, bruises, broken bones. because it's the risk i take for the rush i live for.