The Hitter’s Creed

This is my bat. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My bat is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my bat is useless. Without my bat, I am useless. I must swing my bat true. I must swing straighter than my opponent who is trying to strike me out. My bat and I know that what counts in a game is not the swings we take, the noise of our cheers, nor the dust we raise. We know that it is the HITS that count. We will hit. My bat is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my bat clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will. Before the Ump, I swear this creed. My bat and I are the defenders of home plate. We are the masters of our opponents. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is Cambridge’s and there is no adversary, but peace!

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Adapted from the Rifleman’s Creed, Full Metal Jacket (1987)

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