Centerfield #Monday Musical Memories

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Baseball is considered America’s favorite pastime. My late husband Bill, like one of the characters in my new book that will be out soon, was an avid Colorado Rockies fan. During the spring of my sixth grade year, after watching my mother on a women’s slow-pitch softball team, I decided to join a girls’ league. What I didn’t realize was that due to my limited vision, it was almost impossible to pitch or catch a ball, let alone make a home run.

In the song I’m featuring today, John Fogerty sings about the same desire I had. I don’t know if he has a visual impairment. But if he doesn’t, and he tried and never made it to centerfield, it goes to show that some people don’t have a knack for baseball, whether they can see or not.

John Fogerty–Centerfield (Youtube)

How about you? Did you ever try to play baseball or any sport? Did you succeed?


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Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir with another novel on the way. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at

10 thoughts on “Centerfield #Monday Musical Memories”

    1. When I was in elementary school at the state facility in Tucson, Arizona, we played kick ball, a similar game. I could kick the ball, but I couldn’t run fast enough due to my limited vision. Most of the time, the P.E. teacher had someone with good eyesight run with me, but the other kid usually ran too fast, and I often fell.

      When I was mainstreamed into a public school in sixth grade, the P.E. teacher had someone run for me instead of with me. The girls’ league coach did the same thing. I don’t know which was worse. Thank you for sharing your memories.

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  1. Thanks for the song/video. Love it. I was rubbish at baseball and was always picked last for the teams, but going to the games was always fun. Nothing says summer like baseball and barbeques.

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    1. It sounds like we’re both on the same page. Since my late husband was an avid Colorado Rockies fan, I felt closer to him when attending a ball game after he passed, no matter what teams were playing. I once had an opportunity to attend a Rockies game in Denver, which they lost. Thank you for sharing your memories.


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