A Little League Baseball hero's reverie at melancholy age 30 ?

I noticed that one of the boy heroes on TV of our Smithfield , Rhode Island team, a good looking kid on the brink of adolescence with some incipient acne, must also be on the brink of turbulent adolescent emotions. Some talented young novelist might see a theme here: Looking back at a Little League World Series game from some distance in time , a 30 year old man is not too happy with his adult life. A recurring thought : did MY LIFE peak on the day I helped win THE GAME ? Here in Rhode Island we naturally ROOT, ROOT,ROOT FOR THE HOME TEAM as a sort of primal patriotism. Will the star KID ever feel bonded again to a TEAM as old veterans in combat emotionally recall their " buddies " ? Was baseball glory ,even in the Little League World Series ,as ultimately meaningless as a day of combat glory in some absurd war ? " Thank you for your service ! " The life cycle EXPERIENCED is always quite poignant. " Take Me Out to The Ball Game " [Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, I don't care if I ever get back 'Cause it's root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame 'Cause it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game"]