I don’t consider myself that big of a scaredy cat, but anyone who knows me knows I’m absolutely terrified of bees and wasps.
I’ve always dreamed about being a Major League player (what fan hasn’t?), but today I’m extremely thankful NOT to be a member of the New York Yankees or the Boston Red Sox. They’re exhibition game this afternoon was delayed due to a bee invasion.
There is no chance – no way, no how – you’d catch me anywhere near that dugout. Even after the place was cleared out, I wouldn’t be able to focus on baseball. I would be checking every nook, every crack and crevice for one of those black and yellow hellions. And not just the same day, or for a couple of days, of weeks, or even months.
Every time I returned, I would have to reassure myself the place was clear of six-legged stinging monsters.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you baseball players aren’t brave. Dreams be damned, with infestations like that I can safely say I’m just not cut out for life in the bigs.