Ray Bradbury

Merced River, Yosemite

All you umpires, back to the bleachers.

Referees, hit the showers. It’s my game.

I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases.

At sunset, I’ve won or lost.

At sunrise, I’m out again, giving it the old try.

And no one can help me. Not even you.

Fahrenheit 451: Coda