Right....to.....the........last..............Breath............

[ This Life ]

12:06 am

So often we feel that our friends are the closest things to us on earth. things which we dont tell our parents, we even tell our friends.

but what happens when those friends, after all, weren't genuine/true like what you thought them to be?

life is bad. simply because of PTs. i kinda messed up all my pts. even chem and physics were revivable. forget ss. its a sad story.

anyway. point is, this blog is abandoned. may be i will revive it some day. or post randomly. but shrugs. for now i shall ignore it until EOYs are over.

Monday, September 25, 2006
Feel so cold

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[ memories ]

This is a really cute baseball poem i came across.
The asst. coaches even read it to us, at their farewell dinner.
[Btw, rightfield is one of the positions played in softball/baseball]

RIGHTFIELD
Willy Welch

Saturday summers when I was a kid
We'd run to the school yard and here's what we did:
We'd pick out the captains; choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self-esteem
âCause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst...
I never needed to ask; it was sealed
I just took up my place in right field

[Chorus]:
Playing right field, it's easy you know
You can be awkward and you can be slow
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow

Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little leagues never have lefties that pull
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way
They never did but still I would pray
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me
here in....

[Chorus]

Off in the distance the game's draggin' on
There're strikes on the batter, some runners are on
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for
Suddenly everyone's looking at me
My mind has been wandering - what could it be?
They point to the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove...

Here in right field
It's important you know
Ya gotta know how to catch
Ya gotta know how to throw
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow