“History does not experience joy,

it does not feel pain.

It does not bleed. It does not win games.

History is an old wooden crate, storing time for another day.

A face, a run, a catch, a throw—

Which will last? Who can say?

Where were you when the ball sailed wide right?

And the last yard they just couldn’t get.

When a name you’d never heard of, became one you’d never forget.

Where will you be when the next legend is born, when history unveils it’s next story.

For time doesn’t wait on anyone, nor does eternal glory.”

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