Did Ya?

Journalism class, sophomore year of high school. Danny Roy is in the back, his infectious laughter overpowering the suffocating presence of Jim Brown. I'm to his right, near Paul Duval and Ricky Medina. Ryan Paxton's girlfriend is there, along with many other faces, each faded into the oblivion of memories long forgotten.

Class was highly collaborative, and over the course of the year many of us became quite good friends, if only in-class friends. There were both more athletes and more free time in J-1 than in most of my other courses, and with the first ten minutes devoted to reading the newspaper we obviously got caught up in many discussions involving sports. I recall one of these more vividly than the rest.

Ricky Medina and I were talking about baseball, or more accurately, home runs. I was about 5'4" at the time and tipped the scales somewhere just south of 110 lbs, so I had yet to hit a ball out of the ballpark, even in batting practice. But I was starting to grow and had just begun to hit the gym, and in my mind the dinger was imminent. I promised to let him know as soon as I went deep in a ballgame.

Well Rickey Medina, I did it. I hit a two-out, three-run, game winning home run on Sunday to give the Boars a 7-4 win. And although we lost touch long ago I'm here fulfilling my promise. Let's just hope this blog pops up the next time you're bored enough to Google yourself.


Oh, and I'm currently on a mini Euro-Trip with my cousin Marissa. She will be guest posting on my blog for the duration of our trip, and I on hers. Come check out my version of our adventures at www.futurerissstar.blogspot.com. And of course don't forget to enjoy her less skewed, less interesting version right here.