No riddles, no rhymes.

I'm going to say this all straight, story-like.

Today I sent my little brother off with a friend to his last baseball tryout, I then went off to a birthday party for a friend, knowing he'd do well. As soon as the my parents show up for me, then tell me he didn't make the team. I am utterly shocked. My brother is a tall strong kid, a perfect first basemen and probably one of the top three pitchers in the league. A great hitter as well. I sit there in silence, not only because I know he wanted this so bad, because I seem to like another player whom /is/ for sure on that team.

Then the emotion roller coaster begins. I curse the sky, the moon, the coach, God, fate, myself and for some reason baseball. Luck and I are far apart. I stated, once I finally came to terms that this upset me, that they would beg for him back. Guess who was right? We get a phone call, the coach, asking my brother to come back to the team. This overwhelms me, a emotion roller coaster. Though, I can't help but feel terrible when my Dad takes the phone, in fear he'll reject the offer. He's stubborn like that, but he also likes to change his view on things.

Long story short, I went from shocked to mad to sad to angry again, surprised and then this high feeling I have right now. Maybe fate is on my side.