gh life with blinders on. After the first two years of college, I would receive a rude awakening in what life was all about. If a person was to have interviewed me in the summer of 1985, the last thing I would have mentioned was the military. My focus was entirely on me and how much money I was going to make playing baseball for a living. The first year I was playing baseball I didnt have to worry about anything but baseball. The academic side of the equation was easy. Most of the classes I took were scheduled by the baseball coach and werent exactly rocket science. The classes were a joke and I really didnt have to put forth an effort to pass. It was the standard jock classes that you always here about, Underwater Basket Weaving and such. I was just going through the motions in order to get what I wanted with no regard for anyone or anything else. I spent two years trying to assimilate the world into my own perspective without learning the big picture. The second year was a different matter all together. The second semester of that year we picked our own classes. Me being the individual that I was enrolled in classes that I though I would like regardless of my ability. Needless to say I got myself in way over my head and lost my baseball scholarship at the end of the semester. So there I was at the end of two years of college and no idea how to proceed with the rest of my education on probation and at my own expense. I ended up spending the summer playing semi-pro ball in my last ditch effort not to grow up, and to follow my dream of playing baseball for a living. All I got out of it was a busted up knee and the realization that for every player like me there were a hundred that were better than me. I was left feeling angry and bitter and looking to place the blame somewhere. I then came to realize that the blame was with me. I then began looking for ways to pay for college in order to educate myself in the ways of the world.In June o...
