Life is a series of contradictions, yes,
but the question is: when it comes down to game
seven do you go with the young fire-
baller who brings the high heat pitch after
pitch in a relentless display of power
until he tires and the hitters start to catch
up with it, which could happen fast on three
days rest, or do you go with the savvy old
veteran who knows how to paint the corners
but could struggle with his pitch count and not
make it out of the fifth or sixth inning,
or do you trot them both out onto the mound
because it's your metaphor now, your game,
and you can change the rules if you want?
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