thirty-three inch bat stacked on top of a big barrel thirty-six inch bat.

My home is merely a plate. My position in life lies in the backyard.

There, I crouch waiting upon the arrival of the ball. My opponent

stares me down and thrusts the ball towards me. I take a swing at my

dreams with my mighty bat. The only way to live out my dreams is to

make contact. Sometimes my dreams come true in the form of singles,

some come in doubles, and some come in the form of triples. And

even sometimes I have to sacrifice my dreams for the dreams of others.

As long as my team has got the lead, it makes no difference whose

dreams come true in the end. No matter whether I'm winning or losing,

succeeding or failing; my ultimate dream will be fulfilled when I