Move over Tom Hanks (League of Their Own reference if you’ve been living under a rock and never saw that classic baseball-themed movie) and take a seat because there is crying allowed in Major League Baseball. It’s Kode. Yesterday and the day before were rough days for me for the most part, I have to be honest here. Without going into details I lost something so unimportant that I let it affect me to the point where I could have lost something that means the absolute world to me. And for that, I cried. Multiple times. At home. At work. On the way to work. Hell I did while typing this out. And for what? For something that’s completely and utterly replaceable?
Irreplaceable > Replaceable