The Olympics

I have been enjoying myself tonight watching the Olympics. I watched Michael Phelps win his seventh medal, but that isn't what excites me.

Although I was never at the level in any sport of reaching the Olympics, I did play at a very advanced level in fast pitch softball in the 1970s. The world champions were in my league in 1973. Men's softball has never been considered for the Olympics.

Still, that doesn't mean that I have never had that dream.

What I miss most about playing at such an elite level is the preparation for the game. I would try to go through the same routine every time.

I would arrive at the park very early. I would try to be the first one there. I would do my stretches and start tossing the ball back and forth. Gradually I would move back until I was throwing it about 40 yards without going over the receiver's head.

Eventually I would get into a zone where I would be totally focused on the task ahead. The only thing I had to be concerned about was executing what I was trained to do. The anticipation of success mixed with the intensity of my mind gave me a special feeling. Knowing that you are peaking for that special moment in your life is exhiliarating.

Watching the Olympics brings back all of these memories. It's a great feeling.