I had an experience at work today, but since I don’t wanna say anything about work, I’ll give you a metaphor.
So I’m batting sixth in the Giants line up, we’re down by two in the bottom of the ninth, two men on base, two outs.
I’m about to walk up to the plate, and Bruce Bochy stops me and gives me a talking to.
“You know, we’re not really expecting much out of you, I mean, you haven’t faced pitchers like this and that’s probably my fault because, you know, we haven’t given you much training in this.”
So I ask if he wants to pinch hit somebody. He says, “No, let’s just see how it goes but maybe after the weekend we could find a batting coach who could spend a little time with you, cuz it’s not really your area of expertise.”
And ater ten more minutes of this, finally I’m like, “Good pep talk, Coach. Can I go bat now?”
So I dig in at the plate. The first pitch is a little low and outside but I step into and swing for the fences. CRACK. I fucking CRUSH it over the right fielder’s head, over Triples Alley, over the wall and right down outside the park into the China Basin, where it hits the water with a KER-PLUNK and a guy with a dog in a kayak paddles over and takes it home as a souvenir.
I took my time jogging around the bases. 3-run homer, game winner. By the time I rounded third, the crowd going bananas, I see Bochy has already left the park.
It was like that at work today. Or some lame techie equivalent of that.
Don’t let anybody tell you what you can’t do. It’s bullshit.
Peace & Love,