Remember grown folks telling you when you were young to be careful what you asked for, wished for, or prayed for because you might just get it?
Well, in this space a couple of weeks ago I wished for some of you to tell me whether or not I should try playing baseball later this year on a team made up of guys 70-years old or older. I figured a couple dozen of you might care enough to respond, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect the outpouring of mail that I have received.
I know now why we use vote-counting machines in our big elections. I’ve counted literally hundreds of your votes, and last time I checked, 177 late-arriving ballots were still unopened.
I don’t recall the exact numbers, but I can tell you that close to 90% of you encouraged me to take the plunge. “Life is too short not to do the things we really love,” was a recurring theme in your messages. “Go For It,” popped up several times, as did, “If you don’t do it, you’ll always wonder what-if.”
The words “bucket list” appeared quite a few times as well.
Several of you are closet comedians, writing things like, “Do they run the bases or walk?” and “Don’t slide into second base and hit the second baseman’s walker.”
The few of you who voted against it seemed to do so for fear of my getting hurt. I appreciate that, but heck any of us could slip on a banana peel this afternoon and break our necks.
My biggest problem right now is that the tournament I had hoped to take part in begins in Ft. Myers, Florida, on November 11th. That’s the day I’m booked for both an afternoon and evening concert in Saratoga Springs, New York. The game would have to go deep into extra innings in order for me to be able to make that one!
A fan who knows me pretty well offered, “I know there are two places you could die happy. One would be on stage singing a country song, and the other would be somewhere playing baseball.”
Maybe so, but right now I’m not wanting to die on either one. Besides, can you imagine having engraved on your headstone, “He died sliding into second base when he hit the second baseman’s walker.”
That is NOT the way I want to be remembered!