Remember that feeling when you were a little kid, after you did something wrong, mostly on purpose? You know, something along the lines of, “Let me see if I can hit this golf ball over my neighbor’s house,” or “Let me see if I can kick this kickball over my neighbor’s house,” or “Let’s throw rocks at this bee hive hanging over my parent’s car.”
All three of those are true stories from my childhood, and all three ended with broken windows. Seriously.
Anyway, you get the sinking feeling that what you just did was easily avoidable, but the daring nature of the act was too compelling to forego. I get the sense A.J. Burnett felt that way:
Intentional? Accident? Aiming for Billy the Marlin? We may never know.*
*Except you totally know that was on purpose.