Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Take me out to the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and some Cracker Jacks.
I don't care if I ever come back.
For it's root, root, root for the home team.
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes you're out.
At the ole ball game.

So it is that oh so magical time of the year that celebrates my forth coming unto this world.
The day that will now forever be a reflection back upon myself and my life, making me feel such emptiness at how people don't take notice of me. The loneliness of not having anybody around that cares. The sadness of feeling so alone. The depression that sets in from being so sad.

To mark this annual tradition, this year I get to go out and coach some baseball. No drunkenness at a bar or party, no sexual contact with anybody, just hopefully leading my team to a victory and then coming home like a pathetic person to wallow in my own self pity.






Happy Birthday to me.