A recent unfiltered pop-fly:
"I only go to bat
when the pitcher won't quit throwing--
dammit, I prefer the peanuts and cracker jacks."
Back in the day
I didn't give a damn.
I went straight to the mound,
rocking one hell of a fast ball
straight to the plate
with a slight knuckle curve and just enough spin
it looked so 'sweet-spot'
one could hardly refrain from swinging.
As they pulled themselves up, dusted off
with a mixed look of shock, anger and dismay
often following.
I'd grin,
momentarily pleased,
as the ump hollered
"take your base!"
I had no issue walking anyone
"just in case"
caring not about the
aftermath's
I AM, thanks be to God,
my own proof
one can dig deep,
repent,
change
and be changed...
"And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you..." Luke 11:9
