This is to put Yesterday's Loss in perspective.
This is my soul singing to you, my friends.
This is something that I almost never talk about.
Once I was riding my moped to baseball practice, and I was hit by a car. BOOM! There was the Sound of metal crunching bone. I was half-dead in the street. When I came to, I was in the motorcycle ward of a hospital. Sitting right next to me was a long-haired biker dude in a wheelchair. His legs were both gone. Amputated. He had huge forearms and was crying like a little baby. Just kept thinking, "They cut off his legs. They cut off his legs." It could have been me ...
They told me I would never walk again, but they were wrong. I decided to heal from within. I did. Yesterday, as I sped around the bases, I thought of how he would love to do this, too. Be grateful, bitch! What a miracle it is to walk and run every day, win or lose.
What a laugh it all is, Indeed: creeps and borgs (Hatfields/McCoys), yellow balls and beer belly umps, multiple errors and ten-run rules, (yahoo!) Wild Pigs and pitcher switcheroo's, yelling "Jeezus" and being scolded by an aetheist, angry japanese girls who have sex with grandpa. Yes, for all of this I am grateful ...
You think you got it bad - boo hoo! Complainers make me a wicked chuckle.
Ask the man with NO LEGS - HE WOULD CHANGE PLACES WITH US ALL IN A HEARTBEAT!
Carpe Diem, -Todd