My Baseball Origin Story: Kane McEvoy meets the love of his life

Allow me to paint you a picture. It is approximately four in the afternoon on Tuesday, 2 November 2010. A 13-year-old boy, by the name of Kane, has come home from school and turned on the television. He searched the channel number for ESPN America on his Virgin+ TV box in the hopes he might be able to catch some X Games highlights. Little did he know, his life was about to change forever.

That young boy was me, and instead of radical nollie tre flips and 360 barspins, I witnessed a man named Tim Lincecum running out towards the mound, about to start Game Five of the 2010 World Series.

I still remember how his glorious hair flowed in the wind. At that time I had no idea who he was or how amazing what I was about to witness was, but I sat there and I innocently watched the game with my eyes widening with every inning that went by. I was hooked.

A few hours went by, and a mould of my buttocks had formed in my chair after I had changed into what my mother would refer to as “Velcro pants”.

I still cannot describe how it felt watching Brian Wilson strike out Nelson Cruz swinging on a 3-2 count with two outs in the bottom of the ninth inning, winning San Francisco their first World Series since 1954. Of course, I didn’t fully understand the gravity of the situation or how scary Cruz’s .318 batting average was, but I had fallen head over heels in love.

Over the next few years I would get to watch one of the greatest dynasties in the history of sports (I’m not biased, that’s fact) as the Giants would go on to win the World Series again in 2012 and 2014.

The world of baseball very quickly became one of the only constants in my life (let’s not talk about the 2021-22 lock-out), and that only fuelled my passion.

As life unfolded and more and more teams, that weren’t the Giants, won their deserved championships (except for “that” team), my life unfolded, and I found myself living around the West Midlands. It was then that I decided it was time to start playing the game I loved so much. I got in contact with a team out of Birmingham and began training with the Birmingham Outlaws, the development team for the Birmingham Bandits. Although I didn’t play all too often, I suited up in right field, donning the number 55, after my hero Lincecum.

Moving on, I moved back to Bristol, and of course, I wanted to keep in touch with Baseball in a physical sense. This is when I found Bristol Baseball Club in the mystifying blur that was 2020. I played two seasons, again in right field, for the Bristol Buccaneers.

My teammates might loathe me for mentioning (sorry, guys!) that we won two games in that span, if I’m not mistaken. But that’s one of the many beauties of baseball. It teaches you how to combat failure. Since then, I have taken a step away from playing, but I haven’t stepped away from the team. I am currently helping in any way that I can, mainly scoring the games for all four of Bristol’s teams. The Brunels, Buccaneers, Bats, Badgers and their women’s team, the Bobcats.

The 2021 Bristol Buccaneers

I suppose I’ll finish this article with a much-owed thank you. Thank you to the universe for allowing me to randomly happen upon what I could only describe as the love of my life, the great game of Baseball.

 (Photo by Christian Petersen/Getty Images)

Kane McEvoy is the MLB Prospects and Minor League Baseball correspondent for Bat Flips & Nerds. Check out his other articles.

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