Each August as I turn on my television to the only station that really matters, ESPN, something comes on that is different than the usual showing of the best athletes from around the world. Something appears in front of me that is bigger than just a sports broadcast, something that brings me back to memories I will never forget, memories that shaped my life. As I sit there with my eyes glued to my television set watching eleven and twelve year old children playing there hearts out each and every pitch, making mistakes, not being perfect at each movement they perform, I begin to drift away from the couch for a moment and remember how the life I now live today began.
The Little League World Series is the mecca of youth sports today. With games shown around the world, it is every kid's dream who plays the sport of baseball to make it to Williamsport, Pennsylvania, the home of the Little League World Series. It gathers teams from 8 different regions around the United States as well as 8 teams from international regions, all aiming for the one common goal of winning the world series. Each year as I watch these kids in front of me, it brings me back to where i began playing the sport I love, baseball. I picture myself in the dirty old, probably hand-me-down gear, and try to imagine what it would be like reliving the best years of my life. Then a commercial appears, I wake up in a sense and look around me and see all my trophies, my favorite major league team's banner flying high upon my wall, and all I can do is smile. Whether I am smiling for myself or for the kids I have just witnessed is beyond me, but the feeling is indescribable.
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