Maybe I missed my calling.

I could easily have become a professional baseball player. That is, if I had the talent. Instead, I became a writer. A lover of words. And dreams. I can still imagine being a baseball player. Earning a living by playing a game. Hitting and throwing and fielding a baseball. With uncanny skill. I'd be a retired player by now. Maybe though I would have lingered on. As manager of the Chicago Cubs. Too bad I wasn't. Because I would have solved all of the Cubs problems. They'd be the best team in baseball. Because I would see to it. --Jim Broede