This is something that I had never experienced since I started playing softball, thanks mostly due to the people who introduced me to this wonderful, democratic game and taught me to be patient. While I still was bragging about my in-field home-run, this strike-out, in my 100th plate appearance, against a not-so-powerful team brought me down to earth. I do not know what I was thinking when I swung at that pitch … yakkkk It not only spoiled my 1.000 batting average but triggered series of mocking events off the field. Fortunately, it did not cost us anything, and we drubbed (brutally murdered, to be precise) the other team. Now that I have nothing to maintain (I mean 1.000 figure), the monkey is off the back and I should play with a relaxed state of mind. More importantly, a perfect figure wouldn’t mean anything if we don’t win the championship - it’s not worth if it doesn’t help the team…

As if my strike-out wasn’t enough to put me down, Pistons lost their first game in the NBA finals too, to completely turn me off… Well, this is definitely a good day to forget.