I don’t know about you, but there are indeed nights when, for no particular reason, I find it imcredibly difficult to fall into a sound sleep, even if I’m really tired. My brain won’t shut down, or the neighborhood noises outside the window bug me, or I just can’t get comfortable. Sometimes I get back up and putter around for awhile; sometimes I just grit my teeth and lay there until I finally drift off. I generally get a good night’s sleep out of it eventually, but sometimes it takes awhile to get there.
Of course, I’m just talking about sleeping, and setting up a metaphor for what Zac Gallen does for a living, which is try to throw a little leather-wrapped ball more or less very fast and get it past often very large men with very large sticks in their hands who very much want to put a hurting on that little leather-wrapped ball.