356 - Fantasies ...

We all have fantasies at some points in our lives. Fantasies of power and fame, artistic talent, sports, business, sex and many other subjects. Sex is probably the fantasy that first comes to mind for most of us.

I have had (and still have) some fantasies and by revealing one, or some, will allow you to enter a part of me that not many people ever get to see, even the X when we were more or less happily married. I made the mistake of revealing one to her and was ridiculed so I decided then and there not to reveal any more to her.

As a child I had the regular Canadian childhood sports fantasy of scoring the winning goal in the Stanley Cup clinching game. I also played a lot of baseball and preferred that to hockey. I never fantasized about hitting the game winning home run in the World Series though. My fantasies always revolved around making great or incredible defensive plays ( I was an all-star baseball player but my offensive abilities were no better than average) … making a spectacular catch or throw to win the championship.

My baseball fantasies disappeared when I was 16 and the team I played for was invited to play in the provincial championship tournament. The tournament was held in late August at a time in my life when I suffered terribly from hay fever. In that time period, the only antihistamines put you to sleep or at least made you drowsy.

Day 1 of the tournament found us playing against the team that had won each of the last 4 tournaments. My hay fever was not bad that day and even if it was, I couldn’t allow myself to take any medication. In the 3rd inning, with the score at 0 – 0, I had a 3 base hit and I scored when the next batter hit the ball. We were leading 1 – 0 and we were half way through the game when the opponents next came to bat.

I am in my position in the infield when suddenly my eyes started tearing, my nose became a close cousin of Niagara Falls and my head became stuffed with cotton balls. At that same moment, the batter hit the ball directly at me. I could see a white, blurry blob bouncing along the ground …and it went straight through my legs. I didn’t even move. I must have turned a deep shade of red as I used to blush very easily and deeply as one of the best infielders in the province just made the biggest error in his life. I was highly embarrassed but we managed to get out of the problem unscathed.

The inning ended and we trotted off the field to sit on the team bench. The coach was a little pissed and I ended up on the bench for the rest of the game that we ended up losing by a score of 2 – 1.

Why did my fantasy end at that time? Several of us on the team were highly regarded baseball players and among the fans were 2 scouts for the Boston Red Sox. Any fantasy I had ever had about playing major league baseball disappeared over the Niagara Nose Falls that day.

Over my life I have had fantasies of building amazing structures and homes, owning a successful magazine, writing books, playing amazing piano and guitar, racing formula 1 cars, designing wonderful graphics and, of course, being partnered with every hot female celebrity in the world.

Perhaps I will write about another one some day, perhaps not. Depends on how desperate I get for blogging material.

For now I would like to hear about your non-sexual fantasies. Please.