Because I was tall and relatively fearless, the coach of the Rangers wanted me in goal. I ran past the other kids, got to the ball first, and blasted it up the field. I couldn’t dribble or trap a ball or even complete a pass. My first team was called the Rangers, and we wore green T-shirts. By the time the other team had gotten three outs, I was running wild all over that outfield, waving my arms and shouting, caught up in this imaginary game. So as I stood around in the field, I’d make up an imaginary game in my head. At best, they might send a ground ball rolling toward first base. I stood and waited as a bunch of short kids swung and missed. Because I was a big kid, standing head and shoulders above all the other boys my age, the coach put me in the outfield. When I was six, my mom signed me up for sports leagues.
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