Unfortunately for the world (but mostly me), I am a woman of many ideas and zero follow through. That acknowledged, I was gazing in my bathroom mirror this morning, attempting - fruitlessly - to tame my mangled mane, when an idea struck me!
In this flash of brilliance (ie. hair-woe haze), I decided I should begin a non-profit, dubbed "Born on Base," where those of us born on first, second, or third (read example above for reference), could offer goods and services to those who were born up to bat without even the benefit of a practice swing.
I thought, if I could muster up enough influence, I might even be able to convince our All Star pitcher to give a hapless batter or two a free base on balls. Sure, the Ethics Board might have a thing (or eight) to say about it, but I'd proudly wear the Black Sox emblem if it meant someone less fortunate got a real shot at feeling the victory of a score.
Now all I have to do is come into millions of dollars.
Or develop an actual work ethic.
THIS JUST IN! BLACK SOX TAKING BETS ON WHICH COMES FIRST: UNEARNED, UNDESERVED MILLIONS, OR DEVELOPMENT OF WORK ETHIC.
My money's on the millions.
