It is 8am. My alarm is set for 10:30 because I am not a morning person, yet I find myself waking up from a dream. I was at the 20 about to get my first pick 6 in the final seconds to win the Ultimini. One can only hope. Anyway it was from the GM and at this hour you know it is important. I answer to the phone to hear heavy breathing. I quickly ask if he is okay over what sounds like a man who has just run a marathon. After a long pause he begins to explain his stomach is currently fighting off last nights chicken tikka and is losing bad. The request was simple. Fill in for him in doing the opening pitch at the local baseball game. The appearance is important to get the word out about the league, so being a no show at the game would be horrible PR. I was all in. My days as a little league MVP pitcher under the name Jack “Gunslinger” Rambo had prepared me for this moment. The time is now 5:30pm and the sun is shining. I have my custom SeaWolves jersey and the ball in hand just waiting for my name to be called from the dugout. This what is amazing about playing professional football. These special moments. I now hear my name and I walk up to the mound. This is it. I setup for the pitch. I throw and like a high school kicker from Alaska during a snow storm that ball is wide right. I mean SC not top ten type stuff here. I guess all PR is good PR. For now I’ll stick to football.
