[In the dugout talking to my Little League baseball coach] Ooh put the sword in my hand man, put that blade right in that grasp there, yeeah, just put that hilt right betwixt my palm and fingers and let my faith in God do the rest, I swear, I swear I will be your blade, I have unwavering dedication to the cause, I’m ready. I passed the test and I’m ready.
Mister coach: You meditated for a year on the loneliest crag of rock in the sea, with nothing but sunlight and salt water to sustain you?
[Unimpeachably] Yeah
Mister coach: And did God come down to teach you his secret word?
[Sheepishly] No mister coach



















