My Decision
Before anyone ever cared where I would play kickball, I was an adult from the mean streets of Portland, ME. It’s where I sat around. It’s where I pounded beers. It holds a special place in my heart. People there have seen me throw up. I sometimes feel like I’m their son. My relationship with my longtime teammates is bigger than kickball. I knew that four years ago. I could care less about that now. Remember when I was sitting on Kevin Rice’s porch in 2010? I was thinking, this is really tough. I could feel it. I was starting something great. A potential dynasty. If I had to do it all over again, I’d probably do things differently, but I’d still have created my team. The past few years helped raise me into who I am. I became a juggernaut on the field. Crushed beers and bunts with the best of them. Struck out more bitches than I ever could have imagined. Without the experiences I had there, I wouldn’t be able to do what I’m doing today. I’m doing this essay because I want