Tidal wave blues star from Partyville, USA

What is this blog entry about?   Catching a fly ball in the outfield in your first year of baseball in your youth of course.  I was a baseball and t-ball player as a youth. 2 years of each.  I ran the bases once in a blue moon and I liked to do my best to have some fun even though I must admit that for a centerfielder or left fielder and then a catcher, it was never a hero's job. That said, I was never the top player and noone wanted to kill me per se, but I was never their hero either.  That said, I once caught a fly ball when I was playing for a team with a really fine coach.  I felt like the world just let me live again.  I was never the best ball player and if the ball came my way, it was never going to be returned with a really strong arm or with a good perfect throw either.  But that said, catching a fly ball gets you an out.  So I did my due diligence to God and country and somehow that pop fly landed squarely in my unused mitt that never saw the greatest action except in a game of toss.   I saved the day if for but a breif handshake with my Creator.  It went well and I never thanked God but who does that at that age.  Thanks God, it meant alot.  But why didn't I hit a homerun too.  Maybe that would have been a fun time.  Right?