Daniel was in his hotel room in Atlanta, basking in the afterglow of a hard fought, extra inning victory that showed true guts and grit from everyone on the team. Before long, he drifted off to sleep.
“You will not win another game…” he heard a voice whisper in the darkness.
Daniel sat up in a flash. The voice could only be coming from one thing.
“You will lose…” the voice said.
“We’re not afraid of you, Larry!” Daniel said.
“I’m going to haunt you!” the Ghost of Larry said. “You’re not going to get any sleep and everyone will strike out!”
“Everyone strikes out already,” Daniel said. “A little late night haunting won’t change anything.”
“I will give you the tomahawk chop!” the Ghost of Larry said.
“Tomahawk chop, shawmahawk shmop. Who cares?”
“You’re going to finish in next to last place!” Larry said.
“And that can be done all by ourselves,” Daniel said. “We don’t need your help to do that.”
“Well…” the Ghost of Larry said. “Boooooooo!”
“Larry,” Daniel said. “You may have been a great player. You may very well end up in the Hall of Fame. But right now, you’re being a buffoon. Good night.”
With that, Daniel rolled over and went back to sleep. The Ghost of Larry would not cause him to lose any sleep tonight.