My Epiphany!!!

A long time ago, on a baseball diamond far, far, away, there was a 7 year old boy named Brian Gramman up to bat. He was sweating his ass off because he was afraid he was going to get hit by the ball. He held the bat in tight, close to his chest, as if he were going to hide behind the bat before the ball ever left the pitcher's hand. The pitcher wound up and fired as hard as he could. "STRIKE ONE!" yelled the umpire, but not because the pitch was over the plate. In fact, the pitch didn't even reach home plate. But that didn't stop Brian from swinging. He had shut his eyes as tight as he could, trying to pretend that a baseball wasnt really being thrown in his direction. When he thought the ball had left the pitcher's hand, he immediately swung as hard as his meek little body could, only to emphatically whiff. The other team laughed at him. He mumbled to himself, "Theres no way things could get any worse." But he was wrong. On the next pitch, the ball once again didn't even get to the plate, but Brian took a mighty swing anyway. And if things weren't already humiliating enough, on the third pitch, the exact same thing happened again. Three pitches. Three strikes. Brian was beet red from embarrassment, which soon boiled into anger, and he lost his temper. He charged at the baseball on the ground, took a gigantic swing, and put everything he had into whacking that poor baseball. It felt good to finally make contact with the ball. "If only I could do that more often," he muttered to himself. As he trudged back to the dugout in disgust, his manager pulled him aside and said, "Brian, if you're going to try to do that all the time, why don't you just go to the golf course and save us all a lot of trouble." The manager's harsh words fell upon deaf ears, for at the mere suggestion of playing golf, a ray of light shone down upon Brian, and he beamed with excitement. He had found his true calling. Golf!