THE CREED BELOW
This is my catchers mask. There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
My catchers mask is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must
master my life.
My catchers mask, without me is useless. Without
my catchers mask, I am useless. I must don my catchers mask with
pride. I must react faster than my enemy who is trying to score
a run on me. I must stop him before he scores any runs on me.
My catchers mask and myself know what counts in
this game is not the fly balls we catch, the noise of our catches,
nor the dives we make. We know that it is the outs that count.
We will save runs...
My catchers mask is human, even as I, because it
is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn
its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its
sights and its custom finish. I will ever guard it against the
ravages of the enemy and damage as I will ever guard my legs,
arms, my eyes and my head against damage. I will keep my catchers
mask clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before VOO DOO, I swear this creed. My catchers
mask and myself are the defenders of home plate. We are the masters
of our enemy. We are the saviors of my team.
So be it, until victory is ours and there is no
enemy, but outs!