So it was the bottom of the ninth inning and I was the skipper for the Tampa Bay Rays. We were playing the Washington Nationals, and Chris Archer was just closing out the ninth inning of his complete game shutout. I was looking around the dugout and thinking: "where am I?" and then David Price came up (I know, he's a Red Sock now, didn't I mention dreams don't make sense?) and started calling me 'coach' and asking me a bunch of questions about our next flight to New York where we were going to play a three game series against the Yankees. The weirdest part of it all was that the dugout was modeled after the terrible chain link dugouts I used to play baseball in as a kid. I was sitting on an aluminum bench next to David Price and started remembering that I was the manager for the Rays now and I lived a very lavish life in Florida. Anyway, the game ended and we had beat the Nationals 53 to 0. I remember that score because I said; holy shit, that's a lot of runs. We're awesome! So I went into the clubhouse which I thought was strange that we had a clubhouse since the dugout was a piece of crap. I went down into the clubhouse and saw Bryce Harper. I remember approaching him and I was getting very angry. I smiled really big as I shook his hand and said "I just want to thank you for being such a bad example for LDS kids everywhere to look up to." and then I turned heel and walked away.
Before you go jumping off the deep end and quoting scriptures that talk about how I should worry about the beam in my eye before I talk about the splinters in my brothers, I will stop you. Because I would never say that to anyone, because I am awful at being an example, particularly with church things. I wouldn't say that to Bryce Harper or anyone else, this is a dream. I will also never be a manager for a major league baseball team, this is a dream. I heard the talk during conference that mentioned that you get credit for trying in the church. So I don't want it to come across that way, even though that's what dream Jake wanted to come across, apparently. Just hang on, I'll bring it full circle.
Whatever you do and whatever you are passionate about, make sure that you just do it 100%. People are attracted to passionate people. Your life will be much more fulfilling if you pursue what you are truly interested in and passionate about, than if you try to impress your friends and family on social media. Particularly if you don't care about what you post about when you are offline. That sounds exhausting. Log off for a while. Look around. Find your interests and pursue them. The internet is an awful basement of a place full of strange pictures, useless information and offended people. Don't live there, live where you are. The world has so much to offer you.
How that whole thing manifested itself into Bryce Harper, I don't know. I don't mean to accuse him of anything or being something he isn't. I genuinely don't know anything about him other than that he is a great baseball player, is (Or was) LDS, and swears at umpires when he gets ejected and runs back on the field. I don't follow him on anything and I don't watch Nationals baseball. And frankly, I don't really care that much what he, or anyone else does unless it manifests itself on my timelines in some way. It truly has no barring on my personal life. At least in my conscious state, I don't care. My dreams are a different story.
