Okay, well, by the way, I haven't looked at this in, like, six to eight years, so this is.
This is odd.
Okay, no worries.
Has anybody noticed the electricity and life brimming over with me?
I haven't felt this good since.
Well, a long time.
Can people read it on my face?
It seems that they can.
Playing in my head all week has been this dramatic, slow motion montage of a spectacular baseball sequence, one where I'm coming out of the dugout, adjusting my batter's helmet, and handed a bat.
The roar from the crowds is startling.
I can hear what each of them is individually saying.
Women scream, you can do it, Manielle.
Go for it, baby.
I wrote that because I knew myself that as the years would go by, I would lose the pathology of the way I was thinking.
You can do it.
This is it.
You're on the right path.
Go get yours.
This may not be right, but all I wanted to do was rob one bank and just to feel what this was like.
That's all I wanted.