The night she left me, the outfield grass felt like crushed apples, crushed apples, crushed apples. 7 Timing is everything. It's knowing where you'll catch the ball even before the batter hit it. Timing is knowing when to dive for the line drive that's falling fast, it's knowing which shoestring catches to go for, which are out of range. If I drop a fly ball, I'm the only one to blame.
Infielders can babble a grounder, still throw their man out.
Timing is everything when you re growing old. It's knowing the loss of a wasted moment, feeling the pain as you let it drop just beyond your fingertips. Last night I dreamt of my first baseball glove. In my dream I slipped the glove on and it felt too tight for my hand. When I tried to take it off, it wouldn't let go of my fingers.