Even though my anxiety didn’t serve me playing baseball,
Even though my ego may have been more concerned about my batting average than winning games through a team effort,
Even though my “Stars” coach implicitly called me stupid and frequently made me feel that way when I took batting lessons from him and went to the camp in which he was a knowledgeable head coach..,
Even though jealousy of the MLB players additionally caused me to throw a ball of tin foil (towards a couple empty seats) in a sober rage at Citi Field a day after my birthday last year,
Well,
In addition to all you grew up with,
And all you continue to put up with and have been forced to deal with,
I want to thank you for still putting up with me,
And still inviting me to the game,
After how much I failed to play it,
After various moments of me,
Failing then going crazy,
Thank you,
For still inviting me,
In the end,
You continue to remain,
As a REAL friend,
Love ya Dad
Zach Dana Writing 