Hello all,
My name is Doug, I live in Indianapolis but born and raised in Kentucky.
Three decades and a handful of years have flown by since my first dip. That moment when I became a ball player, a man and a brother to those who dipped on the fields with me. Funny doesn't seem that long ago, well at least in my mind. But like the article I read here, isn't it romantic to love to dip?
Just to keep up with the topic, I quite Monday the 21st. I stopped just three days ago because of my son....he is seven now and likes to carry my cans ....we can't have that!
Three days since I started fighting this headache that seems to drone on in my skull, I quit for my daughter, she's eleven now and she told me that she loves me and wants me to stay around "for ever".
This tapping of my foot has shown the non-stop anxiety I continue to feel since I quit, three days ago....I quit for my wife, you know, she love professional baseball, especially San Francisco Giants and while I was out of town for work, Tony Gwynn died, she let me know that he wasn't much older than me...he dipped!
It seemed so easy to say, just three days ago that I was going to quit, I would stop doing that one thing that kept me calm, that flavor that would wake me in the night to grab, the friend that was with me where ever I went....it seemed it would be so easy, IT'S NOT! But I will do this because my reasons to do it are simple, the smiles I need to give back, the kisses that need shared and the whispers to flirt with, my family I need more than I do the dip. Thanks for listening and I hope I didn't upset anyone, it has been a hard day.