I want you to pick one article of clothing that encapsulates the present period of your life. Let's see...
A pair of Chaco's? A North Face fleece/raincoat with the logo on the back right shoulder? Maybe that forever young New Era hat?
For pre-pubescent Bayless, the answer was a "Baseball is Life" t-shirt. Excluding tournament team, I played on 11 baseball squads from age five to 14. That's one for every non-podiatric digit possessed by the six-fingered man in "The Princess Bride."
In short, if I unwove the Little League thread from my metaphorical childhood blankie, the man I am today would come completely unraveled. I'd disintegrate faster than Inigo Montoya after that custom-glove wearer killed his father, who was probably not prepared to die.
So what if I got burned out and took a break from youth baseball? Diving headfirst into the coaching waters after six years would be as easy as doing a pencil from the five meter platform. Riding a bike, running a Little League practice
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