Blazing Stattles

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Blazing Stattles

Post by DOUGHBOYS » Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:55 pm

I lay face down in the middle of the street. Gunned down in a fair fight.
It all started with this thing that is in most men. I don't know what to call it. It's sort of like a voice inside us, telling us that we're better at something then the next guy.
It started as a kid for me. I saw the fast guns. They became heroes of mine. So, I would practice and play with those guns throughout my childhood and young man years.
I got good. Really good.

The Yahoo Kid was no match for me.
Charlie Black Simmons tasted my lead.
Ethan St. Palmer Nevers lays forever in an unmarked grave.
That voice inside of me was telling me I was faster than ANYBODY.
I followed that voice.
It led me to a place called 'New Frontier Best Collection'.

New Frontier Best Collection is where all the best go.
I felt like I belonged. Others there had worked their trades through their childhoods and young adulthood too, to get here.
It was a place where EVERYBODY was fast.
They had to be, or they wouldn't be here.
I worked my way up the ladder at New Frontier Best Collection.
Respect in this place was paramount.

Now, I lay face down in the dirt. Maybe it's my years. I've lived too many of them. There may just be too many young guns that have that same voice telling them that they're better than me.
It makes no difference that the Yahoo Kid is the Yahoo leagues.
Or that Charlie Black Simmons was the CBS league.
Or even that Ethan St. Palmer Nevers was ESPN.
It also makes little difference that we're talking fantasy baseball and not the fast draw of a gun.
The gun is replaced by knowledge and computer keys.
High Noon replaced by 7 P.M., est.
Shots replaced by stats.

I'm still lying face down. Gunned down in a fair fight.Shot and bloodied. Wondering whether I've gotten too old for this game.
New Frontier Best Collection or NFBC for short, is the best of the best.
But, laying here, face down in the dirt, I am starting to question my abilities to keep up with the best of the best.
I've been shot down. It happens to all of us.
A part of us even wants us to give up.
But I can't.
There's still a little voice inside me, telling me that I'm better than the next guy....just not this year :)
On my tombstone-
Wait! I never had the perfect draft!

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