Take Me Out To The Ball Game
I’ve played a lot of ball in my day and one thing I learned at a very young age was not to be cocky. I kinda learned it the hard way. I was at a baseball camp when I was about 11 years old, the same age as my son, when we were doing a drill catching fly balls. To this day, I can remember shooting my mouth off about how boring that drill was. Somewhere in the infield, a coach was loading the machine, launching balls our way. When it got to my turn, I heard the sound, but I never saw the ball. The next thing I knew, it was a Batman episode. Pow!!!... Bam!!!... Zonk!!! The ball smashed directly into that soft spot between my eyes, right above my nose. For whatever reason, it didn’t hurt me at all, but it sure destroyed my pride. And definitely woke me up. From that point forward, I have always made it a priority to shut my mouth. I certainly have it in me to jab at people, but I always remind myself that what comes around goes around. At last check, I am still human...