Buy ins. Buy outs. By inns. By oughts. Pay for play. Schemes or memes.?

Theories.

Stories.

Fact based.

Wish based.

Hoped based.

Doomed based.

The spirit of the up and coming European originated holiday called: Halloween.

The holiday was “deferred.”

To another.

In the interest of “affordability.”

Possibly due to lack of funding.

Spun.

Not good.

Spinning out of control.

Not good, too.

Usually, consistently, Oftenly. In times of hardship, in times of life or death decisions.

Leadership is birthed.

Will you be sleeping when it is?

Are you hungry? Enough?

To care for the long haul?…..

May the ones who “like” blood on their hands step forward.

I thought not.

Or.

I thought so.

Me. NO!?

It takes enormous, ENORMOUS, strength to act on behalf of another.

Whether you like them, him, her, it, or not.

Time.

It takes a hit.

It takes a licking.

It takes a hit and licking and keeps on ticking.

What?

With what?

STRENGTH.

I am sorry to be here still.

Have you ever stopped to consider.

This.

Here.

In the greatest game of America.

Oftentimes, called America’s National past time.

Past time.

A game. A nationalistic game. A nationalistic game built on sentiment. Yes. Fact: Borrowed from some under linings of another.

A bat.

A stick.

A ball.

A pickle😉?…🥒

(Caution: Do not attempt to hit a ball with a pickle—results in messy.)

But. No.

Not. Free time.

Past time.

That is a concept worth noting before ya’ll go and quit your jobs.

And/Or. Betting your lives away……….

There is a lot to be said for hard word.

It feels good.

Daunting, at times.

But, good.

Take my word for it.

Or don’t.

You do you.

I will, choose to tell you, to heed the words of a great Coach:

”Be you.”

Never did that Coach. I believe. Mean: Heed your responsibilities to another. A bridge of all possibilities, this man, this Coach.

Look in the mirror.

Decide what and who you want to be, become.

Bear witness to your true intentions,

In America, and on the field of America’s past time.

On the pitches, and other fields out there.

Covered. Uncovered.

It will chart your course of a life well lived.

I promise.

From experience.

And the proper training. Proper “equipment.”

A bat.

A ball.

Ability.

Talent.

Can. Go hand in hand.

Except. If squandered. Your way….?.

Too loaded.

With crap.

Hmmmm. I do want to know more.

About the skill of the game.

The skill of hitting a ball out of the park

Versus.

The skill of hitting a smaller ball, into a

gopher hole.

Does beg many, many and the many.

Did I mention.

Begs many questions.

About sticks.

About balls.☺️

Taken even further…..

Would you agree, or disagree…..

A “bail out” of epic proportions……

Boy oh boy.

It.

The game.

Which game?

The one of life?

The one,

Of a bat.

Of a ball.

Of balls.☺️

Must be, has to be, nurtured beyond the nature of which and wherein it came. Which one, ask you?

Exactly.

Somewhere, in the mix of the mix, the question became not so much about talent, but more about,

”Whatcha got?”

How much ya’ got?

To pay for play.

And.

Off to the races.

And the races,

We go.

Aging became a bargaining chip.

Color became a bargaining chip.

Stature became a bargaining chip.

Creed became a bargaining chip.

Eye color became a bargaining chip.

Weight became a bargaining chip.

Lack of weight became a bargaining chip.

Chips became a bargaining chip.

And.

We will or won’t even go there, about,☺️

Hair color.🧑🏿‍🦳👩🏾‍🦰👩🏼‍🦱🧑🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦳👳🏼‍♂️👳🏿👩🏼‍⚕️👩🏽‍🌾🧑🏻‍🌾👱👩🏼🧔🏿‍♂️🧑‍🦰👮🏻‍♂️🧕🏼💂🏼‍♀️🧑🏽‍🚀👨🏼‍🎤🧑🏿‍🎤

But the chips, in more ways than one.

Spoke the truth.

Not that!

Please.No.

Examined and put it out there for all to see.

The chips.

The ones on all of our shoulders.🫤

We will not address, specifically. Tangibly. Factually. Surmisally.

About the chips.

The chips.

On all our shoulders.

The one’s.

The chips.

On our.

Shoulders.

God help us everyone.

Makes the days of hours long “t-ball” games seem well mundane. Wishful. That we had a clue in the moment to enjoy the moment. To embrace.

The innocence.

Of the activity.

Of the innocence.

Of the activity.

And the simple.

Joy of the Game.

But it was not meant to be.

And for some,

It ended in,

A strike out.

For some.

A home run.

For others.

Legends birthed. Out and of the strength of the game, and the play makers.

Of knowing.

What it really takes.

Times and change can corrupt.

And. Oh. They do. Some do. Succumb to it.

Corruption.

Others.

They simply want to love, have a life.

Here.

There IS a lot to be said for the innocence of it.

The innocence.

Of the game.

Lest you be caught with your pants,

Down.

With.

NO.

Cover up.

Other than the fact that the dumping has worked all along.

And has put pennies, many pennies, in the pockets of some for a long time.

And confidence, as well.

Until.

The outing occurred, or a player may have been “out-ed”.

I, for one, do not buy in to this. Buy this.

Over time, it may, it might, the conscience.

May begin/ began to show its true colors.

And.

It was dark.

Not pleasing to the eye.

Your eye.

Not beautiful.

Life is, not always, beautiful.

But.

You did not know that.

Because you were and always have been,

A looker.

For a better offer……..

Will leave the rest of that beauty open to your eyes of interpretation.

Hey.

I,

Unlike you.

Do not care to give it.

All away.

Just to

”Win.”

That is and always has been the difference between

Me.

You.

And.

The.

Me.

Too.

The glue that holds it all together.

Is and always has been,

Different for you than it has been for me.

Ample.☺️😳

Ample opportunity has been given to you to notice the nuances. But. At the time. The green. (which is not that green of modern times) Was simply and always too enticing.

Win at all costs.

Family costs, too.

And.

I fell uproariously short of the,

Expectations.

Others. Did not.

And got you to the here.

Of your existence.

I am saddened it was not me.

Not meant to be.

The way that you wanted it to be.

May the mirror shone back what you feel you have earned.

Me.

I think different.

Or.

Differently.

Yours.

Depends on your goal.

Mine.

Goal.

Has always been clear cut.

Relieving, even🥹😉.

But not in the portopotty way you are thinking……

Sorry.

I have the patience of a Saint🙏🏻.

And avoid bathroom humor.

Because.

At the end of the day.

It is not funny.

Or.

Talky.

Or anything scheme-ey about making another human, non human look,

Bad.

Lookers. Or. Non-lookers.

We are all here.

For a reason.

If you do not know yours, yet.

At whatever age you may be.

I wish you well.

I wish you strength.💪🏻

I wish you the ability and knowingness to,

Know.