"they say the owl was a baker's daughter. lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be." (Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5)
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Swing for the Fences
I'm pretty high-strung. Baseball is one of the only things that relaxes me. I love it's predictability, it's symmetry, it's order. Three outs, nine innings. Top and bottom. Baseball just makes perfect sense.
The other thing I love about baseball? Baseball deals hope.
Every pitch is an opportunity. Everyone gets a second chance. You just gotta believe. Even the worse curse can be reversed.
I love baseball. l love the hope of opening day. Every pitch is an opportunity. And if you strike out looking, well, guess what? That just means the pitcher was better than you. And that's ok. Because you'll see him again. And you'll get him next time. And if you strike out swinging, well, guess what? That's ok too. It just means you put up a fight -- you went out swinging. And your mama would be proud.
Every pitch is an opportunity. Swing battter batter swing.
- ▼ 2011 (13)