In my day, I was an excellent pitcher. The mound and the plate were my dance floor. High and slow.
The ball would drop at the back-inside corner of the zone, the umpire would yell “Strike,” and the batter’s mouth would fall open in disbelief.“Not trying is one of my biggest regrets.”
Those were glory days! I had all the confidence needed to play on a no-cut team—the church team, the team everyone makes regardless of their skill.
However, I couldn’t muster up enough confidence to try out for my school team. I had the skill and the experience but lacked the courage.
Not trying is one of my biggest regrets.