When I was a kid, and even into high school, I had one dream. Just one.
To be a major league relief pitcher.
Theoretically, is there a better job in the world? On a good day, you’re sitting around for two hours watching a baseball game. When the phone rings it may not even be your your day to clock in. And when you are actually asked to pitch, you only throw an inning or so. Hell, maybe you even vulture a win after a pitch or two. As much as a professional athlete is allowed, there’s a lot of chilling, and no one basks in the art better than I.