So, in the game of life,
we are all Triple A players
trying to make it up to the majors.
Some of us are destined for the bench.
Some of us will make the starting lineup,
and, unfortunately, some of us
will be sent back down.
And a very, very few of us
will make the Hall of Fame.
Nervously, we stand at the plate,
wondering whether we will
get a hit or strike out.
There’s only one chance in four attempts
to make a contribution to the game.
Is our bat quick enough
to make contact with life?
Will we be fast enough
to outrun our troubles?
Will we catch the long fly ball
of opportunity deep in the outfield?
I choose not to be a designated hitter.
I want to play every inning of every game.