I went to the plate three times this morning, expecting to hit a homerun.
The 8:20 sermon, after two strikes, was a pop fly to shallow right. I didn't even get on base.
The 9:40 sermon was better -- a double, played in deep left field.
The 11:00 sermon was a straight line drive single. Nothing to write home about, but at least I got on base.
Oh well -- I'll just keep swinging the bat and hope for a homer next Sunday.