[DeezNutz]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

It's 1971 and I'm 8 years old and it's late in the game and the coach has told me to get into the on-deck circle. I've been sitting on the bench the entire game and suddenly I'm up, just like that, without warning. So I take my bat and I stand there and I watch the kid of ahead of me take some chops at the ball, and then he's on base and I step into the batter's box and I'm scared to death. There's some 12 year-old on the mound who's twice as big as me and the catcher starts talking to me and telling me that I'm going to strike out and I look back at him and suddenly whap! The ball is in his mitt and it's strike one and I never even saw the pitch. And so I turn around, and the pitcher is getting into his windup and the catcher is talking again and I try to ignore him and the ball is coming faster than I've ever seen it in practice and by the time I even think to swing the ball is already in the catcher's mitt again, and the umpire is calling a second strike, and I'm 0-2 and I still haven't even figured out what's going on. I know my dad is up in the stands hoping that I won't embarrass him any more and I know that he's probably not saying to anyone else, "That's my kid out there", so now I dig in and decide that I'm not going to go down looking and I swing and miss the next pitch and I'm done for the game. And I go back to the bench and none of the starters say anything because they all expected me to strike out anyway and I sit on the bench with the other little kids who have just done the same thing and we sit for another half-hour and then the game ends and I go out and find my dad and we drive home in silence because there's not really anything to say that will make anybody feel good, and when we get home he goes and watches TV and I set up my hot wheels track and race the cars and I let the slower cars win for a change.

Yeah, but did your team win?