your baseball background is everything

I'm kinda new to the whole world of blogging, so hang in there with me. However, I'm not new to the whole world of baseball, or even sports for that matter. I was basically birthed at the ballpark and I was forced into watching a sport at a small field in the middle of nowhere and I was force-fed ball park hotdogs that could pretty much give any child of my age ring worm. My first brother started playing at the age of 3 and he played up until he was 14, because he passed away an untimely death. (A story for a different time) He started playing at peewee parks In the middle of Gwinnett county, Georgia. I was born there and lived there up until the third grade. He ended playing 14U travel ball, where I currently live now in Cumming, Georgia. Not too before he passed, my little brother began to play baseball at the age of 4. Now, at this point I had 2 brothers playing baseball, so it surrounded me everywhere. I began to actually enjoy not only baseball, but sports in general. On TV, watching my brothers, the radio etc. I couldn't stop. Even to this day, I'm 18 and I still go to every baseball tournament for my little brother. I couldn't appreciate a sport more than I do baseball. What sport do I do? softball? Nope. I cheered my whole life until recently that ended due to a back injury. So now it's me just living vicariously through my little brother and watching him move onto the high school level. I tried to play softball. I wasn't that great, but I also tried other sports such as lacrosse, soccer and then every girls activity that they are forced to do between the ages of 3-8...ballet. My mom danced for 19 years, so that wasn't exactly my choice. My dad ran track and played football though out high school and got a full ride football scholarship to New York Tech. The only person to actually play baseball in my family was my grandfather. He played for the Atlanta Crackers, way before they became the Gwinnett Braves. With all that being said, I don't know where anyone's love for baseball started, but it definitely was a love with my family. Until we figure that out, no one will even understand my love for the ballpark. The energy, the fans, the love of the game. All of it gives me great feeling that I don't think anyone understands except for me and other baseball fans.

Thank you for reading my first really poorly developed blog. This was just my background before I get into fun stuff to talk about.
-Hollie