I thought if I could touch this place or feel itThe protagonist was once a no name average joe who enjoyed playing his or her favorite game at the local sandlot, community park, or with the local Wildcats. This individual always had incredible natural talent, which has in fact taken him or her to the next level: the big league. This of course has two immediate effects: the protagonist becomes the hero of many of his or her friends and community members, but at the same time also engenders hard feelings from friends who feel jealous or abandoned. Whatever the protagonist has done with his or her skills in the big league, something invariably goes wrong, and they lose their focus. They can't seem to make the big plays or come through in a clinch. In other words, the protagonist has lost his or her groove. Sometimes it's a momentary case of Every Year They Fizzle Out. Even worse, it almost always happens before the Big Game. So what is the remedy for this loss of grooviness? The protagonist will customarily return home to rediscover his or herself, renew relationships and resolve differences (cue Friendship Moment), and remember why they loved the game in the first place. Usually this trope is used as Stock Aesops about not forgetting where you came from and/or the importance of friendship. It can also be a commentary on how the big league distorts the purity of sport.
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
- The House that Built Me by Miranda Lambert