doodle baseball

I opened it thinking, “This will be quick.”

A few swings. A couple of laughs. Then back to work.

Forty minutes later, I was sitting there in complete silence, laser-focused, trying to read the pitching rhythm of a peanut like my reputation depended on it.

That’s what doodle baseball does to you. It looks harmless. It feels light. But somewhere between your first strikeout and your first home run, it quietly becomes personal.