As the summer continued, we found our groove and I repeatedly found my zone on the mound. Since my elbow injury in 2015, I have rarely felt comfortable on a pitching mound....
“If you can see it here (points to his head), and have the courage to speak it, it will happen.” – Conor McGregor Vertrauen und unrealistischer Glaube an sich selbst. I can’t...
Klein weld moment? It happened along a canal, a stone’s throw away from the famous Rialto Bridge. I was sitting with my mother and cousin, sipping Italian wine and having an exquisite appetizer of melon with ham, while taking in a divine evening in Venice.
The source of my increasing baseball ability has been my interest in spirituality and devotion to my mindfulness practices. Pitching a baseball is a flow state activity. You are performing at your best when you are in the zone, completely residing in the now, this breath, this movement, this pitch. Nothing else matters, not what fans are yelling, not what happened last pitch, not what is going to happen in three pitches if I walk this guy. Only the NOW.
Ausgezeichnet. Awes-geh-psych-net. Excellent. I attempted to say it for the fiftieth time, without the help of my German friend B driving his fresh and clean BMW. There. I got it. I said it right.
Roll with the punches and with the tides. Float on the water, like a butterfly. Could be a poem, wait, make it an epic. Not on the list yet, but that’s the plan, heroic. Things will get harder once the honeymoon phase wanes. Reality sets in. I’m a foreigner, an outsider with limited communication skills. It will take a lot of work to connect with the people around me and become a part of the stadt. I’m hitting it with everything I got. And when it is all said and done, perhaps I can look back in blissful awe at my metamorphosis.