Extraordinary Greatness

Have you been watching the World Series? Don’t you wish life was like batting practice instead of the real game? In batting practice, your coach throws “cupcakes” right down the middle, you hit almost every one out of the park and all your buddies tell you how awesome you just hit the ball! In the real game, the opposing pitcher throws a curve ball on the outside corner and then a slider high and inside. At that point, you’ve got two choices… 1) go back to the dugout and whine and complain about the terrible pitches you’re getting…or…2) hit the ball out of the park anyway.

On October 1, 1932 in Game 3 of the 1932 World Series, Babe Ruth pointed to the center field bleachers, letting the Chicago Cubs know where he was going to put the next pitch. On the very next pitch, Ruth blasted a 440 foot home run to the deepest part of center field. Jo checks into the hospital tomorrow night and the pitches start coming on Wednesday. As I sit here today, having considered all there is to consider…I’m pointing to the center field bleachers.

We have the very best transplant facility in the world. We have a perfect bone marrow match. We have the absolute best situation for Anna. We have tremendous support from the great city of Denver and dancers all over the world. We have incredible family support. But most of all…we have Jo. Anyone who doesn’t see the next pitch being hit to the center field bleachers just doesn’t know Jo.