 My coach told me to take a lap around the field. Why are you deacon it when I said juky? Take a lap! So I kicked the soccer ball far to the left of the goal. Why? But why? Why? Why? Because a miss is as good as a mile. Which means by my calculations that miss is as good as about four laps around this little field. Strike two! By my calculations where? Closer to like 4.75 laps to be more accurate. Only one strike away from victory. But whatever. I could spare the change. Spare some of that change, sir. But now watch. Spare some change? It is already completely forgotten that I've given it change.