On Thursday afternoon after I came from school, I found out that one of my friends asked a girl that I once had an interest in during my time at Southwest to marry him.

After being forced to deal the reality of that happening in the near future, I was asked by my friend why didn't I take advantage of a second chance with the girl when it was offered.

The reason why that happened was because well, I realized over time that we didn't have too much in common and much like the guy that gave me advice on the book, I like girls who like sports or better than yet, can somewhat understand the difference between a basketball and a football.

And when i decided to leave Southwest for somewhere else, possibly back to Carbondale or some school here in Memphis, I realized that there were other fish in the sea and I wanted to see what was out there.

I know that might sound a bit harsh, but sometimes the best thing in order for you to survive and stuff is to forget about what you left behind.

Many times I've asked myself had I gone out with the girl at Southwest, would I have even thought of a book on baseball and summer memories?

Probably not.

And what would have happened if Mr. Pujols had not hit that homer in Kansas City at the same time that I was milling around the concourse area of Autozone Park on May 21, 2006?

We wouldn't be talking about one of the cutest summer stories in Memphis history.