"
I think you get it. But the boss is a major asshole and you break under
the pressure. You become a raging alcoholic, addicted to Molly, and
fall to depths of deprivation seldom experienced by a human. Then one
day, when you can fall no further, you find a battered baseball in the
gutter with a scuff mark on it that looks like the face of Jesus. You
remember all of those great days when you were an All Star in the Little
League and thank Christ for saving you. You found a mission dedicated
to saving all the former Little League All Stars who have, like you,
fallen to the wiles of the demon rum, albeit not as far as you fell.
You are so successful that Oprah picks you as her charity of the month.
The President awards you the National Medal of Honor and you win the
Nobel Peace Prize.
Or you die of ebola next week. No matter. It's all random."