“Mama, Mama, Mama, why am I so alone?
I can’t go outside
I’m scared I might not make it home
I’m alive but I’m sinking in
If there’s anyone at home at your place
Why don’t you invite me in
Don’t try to bleed me
I’ve been there before and I deserve a little more“
It all started back in the spring of 1990. I was a budding baseball prodigy, about to enter my senior season on the diamond.
We had 45 games scheduled that spring, that should be plenty to show my wares as a shortstop worth recruiting, or even worth drafting.
Admittedly, I didn’t know how the recruiting game worked. I assumed if you were good, and you were out there they’d find you. That’s probably the case now, but back then, you probably needed a little self promotion, and I did none. However, we were having a tournament, and I knew that several college and pro scouts were lined up to be there.