How Nostalgia Fucks with Your Memory

Baseball Buddha Mid-Season Rant!

I remember baseball from the inside of a 12-year-old brain. It felt perfect. The sound of the ball hitting the glove, the way the uniforms fit, the way the sun hit the grass in a stadium. I didn’t know shit about what was actually happening behind the scenes, but it didn’t matter. I loved the game with my whole heart. I thought the players were legends.…