Ah, competition. It pushes the human animal to new heights, fuels him with courage and cleverness and not a little bit of fear. So it always has been and always shall be, unless you're a pacifist hippie vegan or a member of an oil cartel.
When immortal truths about ourselves, our souls, need examination, when action has ended and contemplation has begun, I usually turn to the Bard. But today, I forge ahead without him. Join me.
Velez's glove is nothing like the sun;
'Tis far from gold, aye, much more kith to lead;
No lock to steal though like a deer he'll run;
And bat at balls from dirt to o'er head.
I have seen promise in the one call'd Burriss,
But promise stardom does not guarantee;
More time in Fresno might help to assure us
A future shortstop with fair OBP.
I wish Frandsen success, yet well I know
Cruel fate can bring the brave too soon to ground;
Call me a heel, I listen and forebode;
His every step may bring a snapping sound.
If all three fail the test and take a hike, it
May come to Orlando, if you like it.
'Tis far from gold, aye, much more kith to lead;
No lock to steal though like a deer he'll run;
And bat at balls from dirt to o'er head.
I have seen promise in the one call'd Burriss,
But promise stardom does not guarantee;
More time in Fresno might help to assure us
A future shortstop with fair OBP.
I wish Frandsen success, yet well I know
Cruel fate can bring the brave too soon to ground;
Call me a heel, I listen and forebode;
His every step may bring a snapping sound.
If all three fail the test and take a hike, it
May come to Orlando, if you like it.
