Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(I first wrote this story in June 2019. I've made a few updates.) I created the line-up card and handed it into the umpire. When the baseball game got started, I called for the steal. I switched players. I also made the long walk to the pitcher’s mound to take out the starting pitcher and... Continue Reading →
The pitcher threw the first pitch down the middle of the strike zone. The umpire called the pitch strike one. The pitcher gave a little smirk and threw his second pitch. The batter promptly put the ball over the left field fence. A home run. The batter rounded the bases for the first run of... Continue Reading →
The baseball came out of the pitcher's hand like a rocket. A blur of white looked like it was headed straight toward my helmet, but then curved down and away at the last minute. I swung forcefully, but I was comically late. The pitcher, a teammate of mine named Jay (name changed), broke out into... Continue Reading →
I grew up loving Major League Baseball. My wife isn't as big of fan as me, but she still likes to go to a game or two each year. As a treat to ourselves, we bought tickets to the Philadelphia Phillies game in late August against the Cincinnati Reds. We were excited about the game... Continue Reading →
The Mount Rushmore National Memorial sculpture, carved in the Black Hills section of South Dakota, attracts nearly 3 million visitors each year. Workers used dynamite and jackhammers to remove more than 450,000 tons of rock to create the 60-foot high granite faces of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln. The site has... Continue Reading →
I created the line-up card and handed it into the umpire. When the baseball game got started, I was the one who called for the steal, switched players, and made the long walk to the pitcher’s mound to take out the starting pitcher and put in a reliever. For one year of my life, I... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, my parents got my brothers and I up early one Saturday morning to make the three-hour drive to Pittsburgh to see my favorite baseball team, the Pittsburgh Pirates. I could barely hold in my excitement. The game would be my first Major League Baseball game. The drive went past... Continue Reading →
The little kid stood back from the small table in the corner of the dentist office, where he’d been playing with a couple of toy die-cast cars, and told his mom that he wanted to become a veterinarian when he grows up so that he could help his friend Petey’s dog. He told his mom... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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