A Job In Professional Baseball

Applied for a job in baseball today.
Might be cleaning toilets at the Hank soon.
Big shots got to start out someplace. May as well be,
at the bottom. I don't expect to be a big shot,
I have never been a big shot before. Why start now-
I just want free shot at getting into the games.
And I told the man that-I'm coming weather
I get the job or not. It would be a blessing to me.
I love the game and i announced--out loud today--
I want to be the official scorer and pitch batting practice.
I could tell by the way they all looked at me, that I would
never get to work there. I'm too old, too fat, too this, too that.

The story of my life. Always too this or too that. Is that why
the women are staying away from me in droves?
I imagine so. But that's me, that's who i have grown up to be.
Insecure and homely, they see that by my admission and by
me refusing to be quite at the job fair and exhibiting
unrealistic expectations to the man that was there,
just taking applications and letting everyone know they don't pay
shit to work out there. I told him, I'm coming anyway!
So, why would they hire one of their few paying customers?
No way I'll get a job out there, no matter how bad they need help.

I showed up in my Hank Aaron Stadium cap. I was decked out, I
wanted them to know I'd been there before. I wounder, how many of the others
at the Hank today had been there before? Maybe they all had and were like me
trying to get back. Were thinking, like I was, "I'm going to be out here anyway,
I might as well get paid" Even if it is minimum wage. We'll see, I will let you know.
I don't believe they will call me but stranger things have happened.