"The Switch Hitter"

Relation's,

"The switch hitters are always at a premium in baseball."

My team mates and I learned this as boy's. I was a switch hitter for my coach and team while playing in the West Tampa Little League. I leaned more to the right, but Coach would have me switch it up every once and again, had my Goonie-Goo-Goo ass bunt every once and again too...

...but Kindred, there I was, this humongous mixed blooded boy, and no, that was not an exaggeration on my size as a youth. I was not obese, very tall and simply larger than the average kid at that age. When I went up to the plate, lefty or on the right side of the plate, my mates went wild and the other dug out often went quiet. Although, there were the occasional racial epitaph's tossed out, I seemed to thrive playing ball until incidents beyond my control became a factor in my baseball career. Oh, but Holy Crap,, I loved playing baseball so much I would sleep with my baseball mitt. Thinking back, I reckon I must've looked a bit ogreish compared to them little blond haired, blue eyed, white demon children. The white boy's freaked me out when they cursed and cussed out loud in front of or at their mom. Heaven to Betsy. At the plate, I was a swinger, lefty or over there on the right side of the plate. I would swing the bat the other boy's could not use, and swung away I did. Oh yeah, many strike outs, but, when I made contact, that bat "smacked", it didn't "tink", like them aluminum/tin can bats the white kids used. And Ma'am, that damned base ball traveled too. Distances. Sometimes it got ridiculous. There were also many a cracked bat and an occasional infield player from the other team struck by a fast moving projectile that is going to leave the marks of thread on an opponent's body. What a sound. And, no, the sounds of Baseball are something one never forgets. I never will.

I think I like the Switch Hitter, as a title for this communique. Truly I do. Right. Please, my  Guest, let me try to make sense in my own skull and explain my theory; It was because of the abilities to switch hit, the skills and lessons learned on that baseball diamond, that switch hitting became the foundation on which everything I did in life would be based. My being a switch hitter in every thing I did as a child, are the reasons I survived my childhood. Coach, taught me then, what I would utilize as an adult, where I have had to put into place an immediate switch hit scenario in mind, then follow through. Since adolescence, I employed my switch hitting abilities and skills to school, other sports, hobbies and the places of employment and businesses that I held management positions with throughout the years. Many times over an MVP, these switch hitting skills helped make million's of dollars for a few companies I've spent some awesome good years with. I smile. And wish to say, "Thanks, Coach!"

"The switch hitters are always at a premium in every day businesses." 

Look, I share as an adult, the over due embrace of these vibes and energies. These energies that still inhabit the spirit's deep within. I have had many hits and many misses in my 19,500 days here on my Earth Mother. If I missed, I swung again, if I miss, I swing again. And again. The energy I feel is Spiritual. The words I have shared are said in gladness and with hopes that this embrace remains intact for the reminder of my days. Damn it, to those numbers, not years, or decades, but days. Shit. Mahong.

Deep.