Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Take me out to the Ballgame

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you have no choice but to knock it out of the park. You're standing at the plate and you observe the wildly misbehaved ball as it sails through the air and starts to glide out of reach. For a moment, that little heart palpitation happens - the kind you usually feel when a car swerves head on into your lane or when the object of your affection appears when you least expect it. You catch your breath and re-evaluate the situation. Do I reach out and swing or do I wait patiently to see if the ball realigns with the plate? Should I let this one go and save my energy for the next pitch? Sometimes, it's just better to pick your battles.


  1. You lost me at baseball. I sink under sports analogies. lol

    Let me know about your eyeball. I'm totally sick and might end up going home. xoxoxo

  2. At least if you don't get my metaphor, I can at least be guaranteed that you'll read what I write and leave a comment. I always have proof of at least one reader...