Could my bad John Sheppard's haunting prophecy be true? Nah. So I decided that tomorrow I would throw out that old bottle of rum and start drinking tea or something organic like that. I went back to bed and when my head hit the pillow I heard the following distinct voice from :
that I have been fortunate to meet b/c of softball. It made me feel ashamed of my most recent behavior. Visibly shaken I dreaded/feared the next visitor as he came with such eerie silence and honesty
Ghost of Softball Yet to Come - ?????
all he did was show me the consequences of my actions as he pointed to the following empty image
I wept and begged the ghost for a chance to change my ways. Please Spirit Please!!!!! I can Change!!!!!!! He said nothing and then a big white light flashed as I awoke on my bedroom floor.
I wasn't alone, dead, or benched, rather I had been given an opportunity by the softball gods at Redemption and vowed to enjoy the game again in 2011 and beyond. America loves a Comeback!!!!! In my second chance I vow to spend a little more time on more important things like :
Feliz Navidad !!!!!!!!!!