dear last night's double

when I hit you out of the infield in the bottom of the final inning, one out, the score tied, and saw the center fielder having trouble with you, I wanted to send you this text message:

"I'm the luckiest man in the world right now."

and then, trying so hard to sleep, all I could see was the arc of the pitch leaving the pitcher's hand, remembered taking a deep breath, noting that the pitch was a bit high, exhaled slowly like Ralph macchio in karate kid (both one and two), and swung away.

now I will climb out of bed to send you this:

"I'm going to bed, but I'm sure I'll be dreaming about you."