@DA

This guy. Great heart and a very good Christian. He would do anything for you and I mean anything!

He would take me to my Baseball games and he was like a Father.

Fast forward to Arizona 1985. He never seen me play in Arizona (Although he lived there and the same city) and I wish that he had. I upped it around 10 notches and I was encouraged to try out for the Toros. I was throwing in the mid to high 80’s, very close to 90 miles an hour with supreme control. Wicked curveball.

Not to mention my solid hitting and shortstop abilities.

It wasn’t meant to be. The Baseball thing wasn’t meant to be.

Some %$#@ went down that ruined it all (By design!!!!!!). A van was stolen and burned on the side of the highway. I was in it earlier that night. Two buddies from San Diego burned it up by way of some rags in the Gas tank. (Brand new Van)

It was a mess when DA showed up roughly 2 days later while I was cutting the grass. The powers that be were still trying to figure things out. DA approached me in the field that I was cutting and looked extremely disappointed and I don’t blame him.

I just want you to know that I DID NOT burn it up and I love you man.

Thanks for being there for my brother and I.

The times spent together will always be remembered.

I still hate the Cowboys….lol….crying too