As an elementary schooler, I spent my days dreaming of my next at-bat.As a college senior, I hoped that my name wouldn’t even be on the line-up card.Many boys grow up with baseball. I was no different. In elementary school, I lived for spring. Through junior high and high school, the baseball field was my favorite place to be.After high school, I was accepted to a small college where I’d heard I could walk onto the team. You can imagine the thrill I felt at the prospect of playing college baseball.Unfortunately, the reality was much harsher than the dream. My body broke down, my swing fell apart, and our team lost most of its games—often brutally. After four years playing for this very bad team, I was left with one question:"Do I still love baseball—or do I hate it?"Join me as I review the scorebooks, bus rides, and practice plans of my seventeen-year baseball career in an attempt to answer that question.