I played baseball my entire childhood. It was my one true love. Like every American kid growing up in the 1970s, baseball was everything. I played it, breathed it, watched it, studied it and wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by it for the rest of my life. And I was good at it. I’m not here to tell you I could have made the Major Leagues like so many other armchair quarterbacks laughingly boast while removing spaghetti stains and cookie crumbs from their t-shirts… but I was good, which brings me to Tim Tebow and why he should seriously recant his newfound desire to play professional baseball. http://sportschump.net/2016/08/12/tim-tebows-field-dreams/17814/
