Oh man. In my pre-S.A. days, I played Little League, probably from the time I was like 4 or 5 years old until I was 16. I'm not trying to brag, but I was pretty good, played for the local All-Star teams and such. But starting when I was about 15 years old, I suddenly lost it. I was a pitcher, and played short-stop and second base when I wasn't doing that. When I was little, I'd play catch with my dad and he'd make me stand far away from him and he'd throw me fly balls that I'd catch, and I'd throw them back. I was so accurate he wouldn't need to move. The last time we ever played catch, I was 16, we were out front of the house and I was throwing the ball probably 5 feet over his head, 5 feet to either side of him, and he got mad cause he thought I was doing it on purpose. I have NO IDEA how this started but it pretty much killed me because my social identity was tied into the sports teams I played on. When I quit, my whole life changed and I got really depressed after that and maybe 2 or 3 years later, I developed social phobia. People always make fun of Chuck Knobloch and I hated him cause I hate the Yankees, but I feel so bad for him.