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Have you ever watched a basketball game and seen the guys at the end of the bench, the ones who seem to do nothing but cheer and wave towels? They’re all about six feet tall, white, and a little goofy looking. I was one of those guys, except on the baseball field. I tried out for the baseball team in 7th and 8th grade and didn’t make it. When 9th grade rolled around, I gave it one more shot. If I didn’t make it in 9th grade, I was done playing baseball. When tryouts started, there were 18 guys going out for the team. We knew only 16 guys would make the cut. I only had to beat out two guys. That seemed doable. Tryouts started and I played okay. I made good plays and made mistakes. I was right on the borderline. I walked around on pins and needles…