I used to love spending time in Clearwater Florida batting cages. Actually, I still do, but it isn’t the same as it used to be. After I graduated from high school, I used to go to batting cages to unwind and smoke a few fastballs. It all started in middle school, when my parents had me try Tampa baseball catching training at a professional baseball camp. I was a catcher for my middle school team at the time, and I had a blast. I made new friends and improved my game by leaps and bounds. I’ve never been all-star material or anything, but I was also always good enough to enjoy the game and never feel like I was dragging the team down. I recommend Florida baseball camp unreservedly to all parents whose kids want to go. Any kids that are excited enough to go are almost sure to have a good time and learn plenty about the game. I’m not so sure about forcing kids to do something like this if they don’t want to, partly because it doesn’t seem friendly and partly because it seems futile. Anyway, I go to batting cages at the same indoor facility to unwind and relax. It hasn’t been the same ever since my arm was torn off in a farm equipment accident a year and a half ago. Why do I still go? My girlfriend hits ‘em for me, and I congratulate her and offer her pointers. She loves it as much as I ever did.

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