My life is a lot like a baseball game. The other team has scored just too many runs. The game was actually over on 1-13-09, the day she died, but I still have to come to bat each day because its my turn at the plate. Some days I can get a hit. Some days I actually hit home run and I smile and laugh, enjoy times with my wife and friends. Some days I strike out altogether and these are very sad days. But I know I have to go to bat tomorrow and, out of sheer pride and perseverance, I give it my best shot. I always do. I know the game is lost and I've lost, but I still have to keep playing until the game is in the books. That's why I love baseball, because it puts my life in perspective.
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