A Swing and a Miss

 

The short version.

A few days ago, I discovered another person who had a view of the world similar to mine.  I have to tell you, it was exciting.  It was like wandering into your bedroom and finding a stack of your favorite candy bars, you had forgotten you hid on yourself.

I couldn’t wait to tell them all about my Blog and show them that I was just over here, not far away at all and how our view of life was like looking into a mirror.  It really was as if a tiny spark ad come to life and for the moment nothing else mattered. 

Here’s the part I hadn’t realized.  The ball game was already over.  The other team was on the bus headed home and no one was going to pitch to me.  I just stood there at home plate, looking around at the empty stands.  Even the smell of hotdogs had left the air.

The new friend I had gotten all excited about was only a flickering image from previous games.  They had passed away some time ago and what I was seeing was a replay.

How foolish I felt, waiting to see if they were going to write back to me.  Their uniform had already been washed and was now hanging in the Hall of Fame.  I was nothing more than a goofy fan who had tried to grab onto a memory.  And those, as we know, fade away as quick as the crack of the bat gets carried off on the breeze.

Final Score

 

A shutout

 

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