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The Joy of the Texas Rangers

08.28.2009 · Posted in Recreation Articles

I was born and raised in Abilene Texas. Located smack in the middle of the state, there was always plenty to do there. Between great people, good food, great weather, and more, I always kept myself busy. My home as a child was another story though.nnDuring my early youth, I grew up with both of my parents around. Both of them devout Christians, they always took me to church, bible school, where I would learn all of the different stories, and other places. It was great.nnIt wasn’t until five that my life was turned upside down. My mother got a new job that required her to work on Sunday’s and my father decided to do work around the house on Sunday’s. My days in the church were over at that time. A year later my mother and father began to grow distant. My father began to work late and not come home until almost the next morning. My mother stopped trying to figure things out and they ended up divorcing when I was 8. In the meanwhile, I was around constant fighting for two years.nnMy mother assured me that they would be okay as a couple, but she was obviously telling me this to put my mind at ease. It took them another two years before they could really tell me what was going on, and my father would even stop by on occasion to make it look like they were still a happy couple. I knew this wasn’t the case.nnAs they say, every cloud has a silver lining and there was one in my case. I would constantly lock myself in my room and listen to the radio when I was younger, and one day I happened upon a baseball game on the radio. I listened intently as I learned more about the game.nnI kept listening and I heard more terminology: home run, strikeout, walk, ground out, fly out. I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but I did gather enough information to realize I was listening to my first baseball game. My father always talked about Nolan Ryan when his friends were over. He talked the Rangers and sometimes he brought some ***** back from the ballpark for me. I had heard about it, but I had never actually experienced it. Even just listening to the game kept me on the edge of my bed. Well, I was actually standing up right next to where the radio was sitting most of the time. But at the age of 8, I became a baseball fan.nnIt became a ritual. My dad would come over, I didn’t want to hear my parents arguing, so I’d stay in my room with the radio loud, listening to the Rangers. My mom eventually bought me a hat, and I’d wear it all over the place. The joy I’d feel when the team won a game!nnThe Rangers are still just as special to me today as they were in 1983. It’s my favorite thing to see the Rangers play, and it all stems back to my childhood. They helped me through some rough years, and I’ll never forget that.

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