"Where did July go?"
That's the way I began yesterday's journal entry. Then, as it does on occasion, my pen didn't pause at the end of the sentence.
Continuing on its own the pen wrote, "July didn't go anywhere. It got lost in the lights."
I looked at the line, thought about it a few seconds, and then wrote, "I don't get it."
"I know," the pen continued... "July got lost in the lights like a long fly ball."
Not sure where this was going, I wrote... "Lost by whom? Where?"
Magically, the words flowed from the nib, "Lost by a baseball player during a night game. At the sound of the bat hitting the ball, he senses it is heading toward him. Raises his head. Locks his sight on the ball and begins to run backwards while trying to hold the ball in his sight... then the ball rises and passes directly between a light and the player's line of sight. For a moment, he loses sight of it. If he doesn't regain it quickly, the ball falls uncaught."
"That doesn't happen to Bryce Harper," I wrote.
My smart ass pen didn't hesitate, "Bryce doesn't play the way most outfielders play. He hears the ball hit. Focuses on its trajectory. Mentally computes where it is going to land. Turns his back on the ball and sprints to that spot. Turns around and catches it."
The pen waited while I thought about that. I considered the times I'd seen Bryce do it that way and tried to recall another player using that technique. None came to mind, so I wrote. "Why doesn't everyone do it that way?"
"Because they don't trust themselves."
"What's that got to do with July?"
The pen didn't hesitate, "To trust yourself is to do what you know is right and do it instantly - without hesitation. When you do that, you do not drop balls or lose time. Not a month, a day, or even a second... you lose nothing."
I shook my head and wrote, "So August begins, just where I knew it would."