It was a cloudy day when the following transpired. The quarterback bent his knees with shoulders hunched forward, as if trying to hide what he was saying. “Let me get my head wrapped around this. You mean to tell me that all you do is bat? You don’t have to play the field and shag balls?”
The designated hitter nodded. Unbeknownst to him, there were a lot of bread crumbs stuck in his grizzly beard. The quarterback continued, “Seriously? So, as long as you can keep hitting the ball, and get on base successfully, you can keep working?”
The designated hitter shrugged his shoulders, followed by a nod. The quarterback shook his head in utter disbelief and clapped his hands, “Break!” With this, he returned to the line of scrimmage, and for the first time in his career wondered if he was really living the dream.
MORAL: Those who can, do. Those who can’t do, teach. Those who can’t teach, teach gym. Those who can’t teach gym are probably sex offenders.