Two things

Two things that happened, that make me wonder. Just wonder.

1.) Our lifting coach for baseball got pissed off at our team for not working the other day. He gathered us all up and made us sit down. He then gave us a spiel about working hard. About its importance. About how he was embarrassed by us. And then, in the middle of this, out of nowhere, he started yelling.

I must say, this guy is not the yelling type. He just isn't. But I could tell that he had those feelings buried inside him at that moment; or if he didn't, he at least knew he should.

But when he started to yell, it was just so fucking incredibly fake. He looked like an idiot. It looked exactly like he was forcing it, soooo much.

And it made me sorry.


2.) The other day, I was playing catch with some kid at baseball. This kid threw it over my head, and right as it sailed over me another kid was walking out of the dugout, completely oblivious to the ball that was drawing near him at a very lethal speed.

The ball didn't hit him though, luckily. It narrowly missed him.

But the sad part is, right after he jerked to get out of the way, a huge string of drool instantaneously began dripping out of his mouth. I mean, the kid could've died. Right there. His life could have flashed before his eyes right then, but all there was to show of it was a Goliath string of spit. And he looked foolish as hell. He tried to wipe it up quickly so nobody would see it, but I saw it.

And it made me sorry.