I always hated baseball. They always put me out in left field. I would stand outside, away from the other players watching the game, excluded from the action going on--the fast-paced pitches and hits, base stealing and low balls.
Out in left field I had to stay off my boredom while trying to keep my mind “in the game”. Sometimes, no ball would come my way for the entire game.
This is how I feel about school, my job and my life….
I would stand out in the field, even though I could bat, pitch and run fast. For some reason I was always put outside the game. I wasn’t allowed to walk out, ‘cause I was still playing and that wouldn’t be “team work”. Only once in a while a ball would come my way and it was my only chance to be noticed (if I screwed up, everyone would blame me, even if someone else fumbled the ball). Once I threw the ball though, no one paid any more attention to me. I was forgotten.
The batters or pitchers would be celebrated, ‘cause they were popular, more loud, chewed tobacco and spit. They would throw fits if they didn’t get their way but they were still heroes.
Out in left field, I am nobody….
No matter how hard I tried, I was picked last for the team. I wasn’t the one who stood out; I was never the hero.
If I walk out of the game, I will be blamed for not being a “team player”. I will miss the rare ball that comes my way and be blamed for not passing the ball to another. If I walk out I can never re-join the team but I lose nothing if I leave and I gain nothing if I stay.
I hate baseball. I like to swim and bike and do other things.
Baseball isn’t for me. I don’t need to play baseball.
