It be quite simple to say that I didn’t make the pro’s because I couldn’t hit the curveball
but that’s not exactly true is it?
I could knock the shit out of it
or foul it away if i knew what was coming.
I whiffed on the first one I’d ever seen
a 3-2 pitch from this tall gangly eighth grader
and he made me look foolish
but 2 years later I remembered
what he’d done to me with the very same count
in the exact same circumstances.
I was dialed in when he tossed it
and it hung there asking for me
to boomerang it over the right fielder’s head for
a game changing two run triple.
Our team rolled theirs the rest of the way
and I felt like a hero.
And maybe that was when I peaked as an athlete.
Or maybe I didn’t work hard enough
or maybe I was just plain distracted
and never reached my full potential.
Maybe had I practiced more
found my focus
and had some discipline I’d have been good enough
to play at a small college somewhere in Texas.
But I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants
and pussy derailed my baseball career.
Had I focused on anything as much
as I did on getting laid
I’d probably be rich by now.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
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