Okay, by the way, I haven't looked at this in like six to eight years, so this is odd.

I can't.

No worries.

Has anybody noticed the electricity and life brimming over with me?

I haven't felt this good since.

Well, a long time.

When 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 room 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.

Man, yell, 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.

This may sound strange, but I looked at it in really practical terms.

I said, well, I would like to do it this year.

Let me look at my schedule.

If you want this experience, it's got to happen between these two months because after that, you need to buckle down for grad school.

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