Let's not sugar coat this shit. If I don't pitch, I'm a nobody. I don't mash, I don't like to play defense so unless I'm locked in on the mound, you can call in the game cause I aint there. Like my body is there, but my mind is out the door. And that's exactly how today ended. Put the loss on my shoulders. I botched the pop up to deep right and I don't even deserve to wear the People's Champ title belt at this point. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. We can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of the hell, one inch at a time. Now I can't do it myself, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces. I mean I've made every mistake a 20 year old can make. I pissed away all my money believe it not, I chased off anyone who's ever loved me and lately I can even stand the face I see in the mirror. When you get old in life things get taken from ya but you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life is this game of inches. So is Wiffleball. Because in either game life or wiffleball the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too early or too late and you don't quite make it. One half a second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game; every minute every second.On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's what gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing. Between living and dying. I'll tell you this in any fight, it's the guy who's willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm gona have any life anymore. It's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what living is. The six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You have to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now i think your ginna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it; you're gonna do the same for him.
That's a team gentlemen. And, either we heal, now as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's wiffleball guys. That's all it is.
