For those of you that have been living under a rock and not paying a single bit of attention to baseball (shame on you!), Oliver Perez is a cherubic faced pitcher for the New York Mets. In the majors just shy of 5 years, Perez struggled with two other teams (the Padres and the Pirates) before landing with the Mets just last year. You can get all the dish on his record here. http://mlb.mlb.com/team/player.jsp?player_id=424144
Note: I am not that kinda baseball girl, sorry dudes.
The bottom line is the guy bombed in Pittsburgh, came to NYC and held it together when the Mets needed him most – during the NLCS when the veterans were down and it counted. Oliver has battled his confidence, his control and his temper as he tries to be a starting pitcher. And the dude is just 25! Imagine the stress, the examination and cross examination inside your head while everyone points, stares, and blames you for ruining their Sunday afternoon. Not just one person, try 50,000. All yelling you suck!
I have chosen to write about Oliver for a couple of reasons. First, my passion for baseball surfaced around the same time I was struggling to find myself. So in it and all its parts, I have come to sometimes see, but not always fully understand, things about myself and life and the reality, excitement, struggle and disappointment that comes with being truly alive and conscious.
Enough about me. Oliver embodies the everyday struggle for me. And through him and baseball, I hope to understand the journey a little more and win more than I lose. And the same goes for the Mets!
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