Sometimes I played first base, sometimes third.
I wasn't a pitcher.
Nor was I a hitter.
The only time I remember standing at the plate is when a giant bumblebee landed on my nose and stung me. I stood in shock, and watched strike three sail past me. Still, I had fun playing baseball when I was young.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my faith. I wish I could say it was because I am not a baseball player. I'm not a basketball player, yet I still love to play and watch. I've never even played a game of football, yet I'm always on the couch on Sundays in the fall. (My roommates will tell you I'm always on the couch.)
Real baseball seemed to lose its appeal about the same time metaphorical baseball emerged.
"How far did you get with Suzie?"
"First base - she's a prude."
Actually, I was just as terrible at metaphorical baseball. I was hit by more pitches than anything else.