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I remember playing catch with my dad
I remember the first time I got a curveball to break
I remember how nervous I was the first time I pitched
I remember the embarrassed joy I felt when I got my first strikeout
I remember pitching in my sleep
I remember yearning to pitch
I remember the feeling of warming up and knowing if I had it or not
I remember ignoring the sore arm
I remember the uniform never fitting just right
I remember the mound rarely being just right
I remember hating my catcher
I remember having whole-hearted faith in my catcher
I remember the beauty of a catcher’s framing
I remember the calm of knowing my teammates were fielding for me
I remember only hearing my teammates and my dad
I remember knowing my mom was at the game
I remember the recognition of fear in a hitter
I remember knowing I couldn’t get some hitters out
I remember knowing I was definitely going to get a hitter out
I remember the feeling when I knew the hitter got all of it
I remember hating my coach for taking me out of the game
I remember loving my coach for letting me finish the game
I remember hating umpires
I remember finding an umpire’s strike zone
I remember being angry with myself for thinking I was getting tired
I remember the sweat dripping from the bill of my cap
I remember summoning the false arrogance that I needed
I remember the sting of my fingertips when I let one go just right
I remember the best pitch I ever threw
I remember having nothing left
I remember how sad I felt
Now I can only remember pitching |
