Because it’s life in microcosm.
The pregnant pause before the pitcher lets go the ball. You
don’t know what pitch is coming next. Might be a sinker or a backdoor slider. Or
it might be aiming right at your head and you might not be able to get out of
the way in time so it beans you solid.
But sometimes, it’s a meatball right over the plate. You hit
it with everything you’ve got. Watch it go soaring out of the park. Round the
bases, fist-pumping. And listen to the cheers only grow louder as you turn for
home.
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