Sports have always played a major part of my life. Ever since I was a kid form the young age of 4 i can remember playing baseball with my dad. But it didn’t stop there, as I got older we kept of playing more and more making a routine of it. Me my dad and my brother would go outside and shoot hoops when it was 20 degrees outside or hitting around baseballs when it was 90 degrees out and we should be relaxing on the beach instead of playing ball. The living room in my house has turned into a gym over time. Me and my brother have a basketball court of the door and we have a football laying down of the floor waiting for us to pick it up and toss it around to each other. At one point we used to play hockey and pitch baseballs to each other. We have collectively broken around 15 picture frames, 3 window shades, 2 vases and the glass on the coffee table. One wall in my room is full of miniature fatheads while the other walls have trophies, autographed baseballs and championship posters on them. This passion for sports from such a young age has had tremendous effect on my life.