If you build it, they will come...

Hey

My company (ClinPhone : www.clinphone.com) entered a softball league this summer. Overall, we have a winning record, I'm just not sure what it is. But enough about the team, let's talk about me...

For at least a month I have been unable to play with the team because of my hectic work shedule (not playing on your work's softball team because of work - go figure, eh?). But tonight I was abe to play. And did I ever! Our regular pitcher, Charlie, wanted to play first base and so he passed the ball onto me and I humbly (all the while concealing my excitement of what I knew was the inevitable) accepted it. How could I pass up on such an offer? Afterall, growing up playing baseball "back in the days," I was the undisputed strikeout king in my hood. Call me Nolan Ryan, The Rocket, Tom Glavine, Pedro Martinez (which is whom Charlie repeatedly referred me to as), Garland, etc. I fit the fricken bill, man!

Why so full of myself? Well, if the opposing team scored ZILCH (that's zero, or nothing, or nada, or kuch be nae, or...) and your team scored roughly 20, you'd be pretty full of yourself, too, now wouldn't you?! Sure, I had some good fielders make some important plays here and there; but all the greats do. The point was I shut em down. AND I was 2 for 3 batting. AND I pinch ran for one of my teammates (yep, you read that correctly, Ali, Umar, Taha, etc.). AND I crushed the ball during batting practice. It's like I'm MJ and have returned to the Bulls for three more championships. Or kinda like Darth Vader returning to the good side of the Force and overthrowing the Evil Emperor. Or kinda like the return of Mariah Carey's career. Or even like the return of the Boston Red Sox in the post-season last year. Go ahead and call me your hero, your role model, or the jigga-man. Call me P.Diddy because "I thought I told you that we won't stop." The bottom line is that I'm your man (masha Allah), so don't you forget!

Next week the playoffs begin. Get your autographs now (especially before I forget your name)...

With all sincerity intended,
Imran M. Shakur

Holler.