Standing at the plate with a full count. Hoping to hit it out of the park, but I've only got one more strike.
That's the perfect analogy for how I feel right now. After two tries at making NYC the perfect situation for me, I'm staring down a third. This time everything's different.
Everything.
So all I can give it is one more shot. The pitch has been thrown and I'm taking a swing.
Let's hope it's a home run instead of an out.
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