Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
The thing I'll miss the most is knowing that the guys in the locker room are all we had. There were no trades or cuts for us. So we knew that we had to win with what we had and that made us fight for one another that much more! Great question!
Ps I love seeing Anthony up in the corner for my stamp! That's awesome!
Dear Sports fans,
Growing up, sports played a fundamental role in my development as an individual and helped me cultivate a strong set of values. Kindergarten through fifth grade, I attended a very small school; my whole class consisted of 20 students. This made it hard to meet new people, baseball was huge in helping me break out of my shell so to speak. Playing baseball taught me how to deal with pressure and how to lead a group of people without elevating yourself above them. Most importantly it taught me not to fear failure rather to embrace it. As Winston Churchill once said, “Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.” There is no sport which that quote i...
I just found out today that one of my close friends is going to need surgery soon to remove a tumor. Luckily it is only benign, but it is still a scary situation.
I hope everything goes well and I can't wait to play soccer again with him.
Good luck Mo.
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
Thanks for the thoughts. Yep, two young souls wondering where the next speed trap is!
Only 400 miles to home base.
A radiant sun
As it set over the fields
After our last win.
#radiant #MayCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
Some days are harder than others,
Some days everything seems to fall into place,
Some days you wake up and feel God's glory all around you,
But some days you don't, nothing goes the way you want, and that's when you have to believe and trust Him the most. He always has a plan.
Here you go,
Everything I have.
I give you my heart,
My sweat, blood, and tears.
I run, jump, dive,
Sacrifice my body, health, and time
Rain or shine,
I’m out there.
I don’t want to be.
But this game,
It’s part of me.
Day after day,
The game beats me down.
Kicking mud in my face
Destroying my confidence
But I refuse to stay down,
To give up, to fail.
No instead I push harder
Run that extra sprint,
Stay that extra twenty minutes.
Knowing that come game time,
I will rise to the top.
I will be the winner.
I will defeat the game.
- Sheridan Myers
Dear Greg Kagan,
I appreciate it ! I have to go in and earn it !
Dear Greg Kagan,
I appreciate your support bro! Go Huskies forever!!
Take a second and reflect on your day. Capitalize on the next few hours to continue to put your best foot forward!
As I sit here and write this Lettr to you while I'm away pursuing my dream, I can't thank you enough for the strength and guidance you instilled in me through my life. Without your constant love and direction I wouldn't be the man I am today. I am blessed to be able to have you as my mother. I love you with all my heart.
Thank you for being there when I need you the most.
Thank you for understanding me when others don't.
Thank you for believing in anything I choose to do.
I love you & Happy Mother's Day
Your only Son
Happy Mothers Day to you, for you are a very special woman that I hold dear to my heart. I thank you for all of your love, effort, and sacrifices. I appreciate you for pushing me to do better-be better. Whenever I doubted myself, you granted reassurance, comfort, and wisdom. For that I say, thank you and I love you!
Yay, I'm happy to say I'm going to my 1st EVER professional ⚾ game & taking my son to his 1st one too! So excited to share this experience!
Diamondbacks VS Pirates
💖 Happy Mothers Day to ALL 💖
I stood on the top of my mountain, panting and out of breath
My mockers lie below me, almost in a state of death
I tremble as my muscles ache
I begin to shake
But I made it
I took hit after hit!
Finally, I've reach the precipice
This is my bliss!
To all the haters I can say:
I never gave up
Game is to be played
Played to win
My work is game
I am ready to win!!
About a boy who liked Latin, and is as dead to me as Latin is to the world.
About a Boy
Pea sized brain with a metropolis of an ego,
Uses "big" words he pretends to know
Short and tries to compensate,
Muscles "built" but strength lacking
All he does around is slacking
Nothing to give
No chance to grow
Why won't he leave me a-lone?
Words constantly raining down,
Blind as a bat, physically, socially
Can read but not the social cues
His voice is a clarinet,
A mouse so enticed by cheese that it will risk
But upset when the cat joins ...