Through many years, I've been focusing on the pitch and the outcome of whether or not I actually hit the ball to make it on base. I've realized that it's more about watching the movements the pitcher makes to throw each particular pitch. Will she curve her wrist, smack her glove to scare me, or throw a ball? If I can see what she does as she throws each pitch, I can be better be prepared for that brief moment when the ball reaches the batter's box. The outcome is now the result of my observances and my reaction to each of the pitcher's movement. I'm in control and I choose how I want the game to end.

Friday, July 13, 2012

No Purpose


Another blog? The reason I write, I think to myself, is such a great question.  There is no purpose.  It helps no one, it only expresses how I’m feeling at the moment, and is only visible to me.  I own a blog and have no right.  I can’t write, I am nowhere near the greatest authors of all time.  They would laugh at my ignorance and falsity of creating art.  Why not just keep a diary?  Why continue this useless crap?  Is it an excuse to stay in the comfort of my home?  I’m not sure, but I do enjoy it.  An odd observance?  I think so.
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