I’ve loved baseball for as long as I can remember.
From the time I was just a little kid, outside in the backyard playing catch with my dad, I was hooked on baseball.
When I was first learning how to hold a bat, I’d constantly use the wrong hands or face the wrong way. Instead of correcting me to a certain side, my dad would just keep me on whichever side I lined up on.
Some days I’d bat left.
Some days I’d bat right.
As a result, and whether he meant to or not, Dad made me a switch hitter.