I grew up playing baseball fulltime. I've always loved fishing, but never had time to really get involved. I was playing baseball and chasing the dream of playing in college. I did that until the dean of the engineering school wrote me a letter to tell me that I need to re-evaluate my priorities. I hung up my cleats and went to school fulltime.
I graduated college, started working, and I reconnected with the water. After a few years, I finally worked up the courage to look stupid and wave a fly rod around. Luckily for me, my cousin is an certified casting instructor and he made the learning process fairly painless. That was August 2005, a little over 5 years ago.
For all intents and purposes, I picked up the fly rod and put down the spinning tackle. I chuck lures now and then, but only when I fish with my wife and a fly rod would get in her way.
Slow-pitch, my dogs, and my fishing, and there is a wife mixed in there somewhere.