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Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2005
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- 40
I step up to the plate..........the pitcher, Life, looks for his sign...........Im thinking fastball...fast, straight and easy.......right down the middle..Life waits for the catchers sign, gives a nod, winds up,........and ill be goddamned if Life doesnt throw ME a fucking curveball....i swing, make contact, break my bat, and foul it off my chin...........once again....Ive always been able to catch up with Lifes fastball....but motherfuck that curveball.....u would think id have learned to hit this pitch by now........over the fence....above and under my thoughts.....but NO!!!!!!!!!!...Granted, ill take my base...hit on the chin by the fouled, foul pitch....But now first base lacks meaning...significance........Maybe ill steal second......lead off of the first base bag, make my move, take a deep breath,run, and soul slide into second......Who am i kidding............i cant even hit a curve ball...Sometimes life strikes me out....sometimes i walk.....sometimes i get a base hit....but more times than not..........that FUCKING curveball.....Just as i use baseball to describe my life, my family, in turn, could be compared to a dysfunctional track tream, in a relay race....jumping one hurdle, stumbling over the next...getting up, running full speed, preparing to pass the baton............only to have the relay man drop it...pick it up, realize there is no chance of winning....but finish the race anyway on pure willpower...only at the finish line it all starts over...they cross it and then theres the starting gun.... they start the same race over, and again fall short ....and it always goes the same way........in a circle......(A lot of people will bitch that life is unfair.....or that theyve been through alot...i dont know much(besides the fact that i cant hit Lifes curveball)but in my reality my family has been through WAY, and i emphasize WAY, more than we deserve, i could go into detail.........but u wouldnt believe me....so i end this with a few words from that dysfunctional track teams teammate, and biggest fan ...Loss is what were feeling right now....but we will overcome...again...pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and forge ahead. In the meantime, im gonna get a new bat, step up to the plate, hope fastball, but expect Lifes curve, stare life dead in the eye....watch the windup...and wait for the pitch.....(to be continued).........uncle john...u will be dearly missed(r.i.p.) much love....
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