The Power of Quitting…and Not Peeing Your Pants

Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, the metal cleats chafed against the ruddy black pavement as the high school freshman baseball team lumbered toward the locker room. Cutting through the cleat clatter, off to the left, a voice full of piss and vinegar shouted, “If you’re too damn scared to do it right, I’ll find somebody else to play there and you can watch.” The voice’s owner — the high school baseball…