In baseball, when you get into the batter's box, that's it. It's just you. It's one man against the world. All that matters in that moment is your individual achievement and your individual skill. There is literally nothing that anyone else on your team can do for you. Hell, they're all sitting on the bench, waiting to see what happens, just like the fans in the crowd! It's just you and your bat. And the ball.
Barry LygaThis is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.
Barry LygaOne time you told me that the opposite of love isn't hate. And I didn't understand that, but I think I do know. Because if you hate someone, you most still care, right? You have to care a little bit; otherwise you would just ignore them and forget they even live. Or lived.
Barry LygaHomecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
Barry LygaJazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself--over and over--not to do it.
Barry LygaHereโs the thing about baseball-itโs not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is a lone man against the world. He stands in the batterโs box like a soldier and itโs up to him-and him alone-what happens next. But hereโs the thing I didnโt understand until I was forced to, until recently: In order to hit a home runโฆ Someone else has to pitch the ball.
Barry Lyga