Being the other guy is a roller coaster/waterslide/ skydive filled with little land mines that may pop up at any moment (bouncing betty). However, as the other guy, you don't even know that you are walking into a mine field. Once you step on one, you simply have to take the shrapnel from a random explosion you had nothing to do with and quietly adhere to your own wounds. Because the mine field that you inadvertently walked into is a world that you are not only unfamiliar with...., you can't even have a reaction to said mine that just shattered your shin bone. You have to silently endure.
So the world I referred to just above is a network of people that know, perceive to know about everyone in that network. There are certain circles within the network which rival those of High School but mind you they are grown adults. Don't let age fool you. We as Americans can easily revert back to High School in the blink of an eye. The immaturity, thoughtlessness of youth, athletic acumen, short sightedness caused by hormones, and so on and so forth. But High School ended 20 years ago, well for me at least.
So now I am the other guy unexpectedly dropped into a war zone called softball where my training in the Marine Corps means absolutely nothing (underhand pitches and hand grenades). I have no idea how to navigate, my compass is useless. I have only my wits and charm to stay alive in this world they call softball. I have seen softball and even played it, BUT when it comes to kid's softball there is a whole nother underbelly that the unknowing casual spectator that does not see. I was that spectator until I unwittingly took the blue pill.
To be Continued...
Peaces and Creases
TBN
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