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Life Lessons Baby Girl Didn'T Make the Team

Life Lessons Baby Girl Didn't Make The Team Baby stop your crying You didn't make Bobby Socks All Star Team It's okay, let it go It's not the end of the world, baby There's always next year And soon after that There's high school ball You're only eleven, baby You're only eleven Think of the big picture Think, think You had fun You had a blast You helped your team win the championship That's the main thing You best not be worrying too much You'll be getting grey hairs, like your mama Or a heart attack like your father Please mama, stop Please Mama I was the best The ballots were rigged They are a bunch of sneaks in the night Snakes between the lines Mama the coaches picked their pets Apples to the core I know it I hate Bobby Socks I hate Bobby Socks I'll never play again Mama the votes were rigged Like Bush vs. Gore in 2000 I had the most home runs and hits I could pitch and field with the best Mama where did I go wrong Mama ... please I asked the coaches why, and they ignore me They ignore me, like I'm weird or something As if they have something to hide Like shame or embarrassment Mama where did I go wrong I hate those apples to the core I hate them Oh baby come here to your mama's arms Stop shedding those tears, please This is so reminiscent when your father's painting didn't place in the art contest So reminiscent He was so distraught like you Even more so He didn't eat for two days Or sleep His eyes were so red with anger That he didn't speak to no one, including me Hear this baby, and stop rolling your eyes He went on to social media and made a spectacle of himself It was so sad to watch He stood up for what he believed Against those black bears down river That kept tearing him apart Where he thought his art was better than the rest For two days he was on the moon He wrote the most egregious comments Oh yes he did, beleive me I even have print outs to show you one day Baby, the point is that you will certainly come back even stronger Look Michael Jordan and Stephen Curry Didn't make their basketball teams And look where they are today, Two of the best players in NBA history The point is baby it hurts now I agree But you need to keep blossoming You need to Like being the best red rose you can be The best in the dozen I promise You'll end up being way better for this I promise, baby I promise connie pachecho 12/27/16

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Date: 12/28/2016 9:42:00 AM
It is a tough lesson for an eleven year old but you are right it will make her a better person... Unfortunately to make many of the teams today you have to play on certain club teams in the off season or take private lessons from a coach or friend of a coach...I've gone through it with 3 out of my 4 kids.
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Connie Pachecho
Date: 12/30/2016 11:22:00 PM
ty for the comments tim. i'm flattered, mostly for the fact that my writing seems realistic to you when the facts are is that this is from my imagination with some parts written that are cryptic .

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