Alright, alright, let’s jaw about this… Colby Shelton, right? Sounds like a young fella, probably got more energy than a squirrel in a nut factory. So, this “draft” thing, it’s like pickin’ apples, only instead of apples, you’re pickin’ young fellas to play some ball. Baseball, they call it. Folks get all worked up about it, just like they do about the price of eggs.
This Colby kid, they say he’s from Florida. Hot down there, makes the tomatoes grow big and juicy. Probably makes the ballplayers grow strong too. He plays somethin’ called “shortstop.” Now, I ain’t no expert, but sounds like he’s gotta be quick on his feet, like a cat chasin’ a mouse.
They was all a-wonderin’ ’bout this Colby before the draft. Big question mark, they said. Like, is he gonna be any good? Is he gonna hit the ball outta the park? Is he gonna make his mama proud? That’s what really matters, you know. Makin’ your mama proud.
This whole draft thing, it’s a big to-do. Twenty rounds, they say. That’s a lot of pickin’! Cleveland, they went first. Picked some fella named Travis. Then there’s Washington. They picked first way back when too. Got some young’un named Bryce Harper. Heard he was a real hotshot.
This year, Washington’s got the first pick again next year. Folks was sayin’ they only had a small chance to get that first pick. But they got it. Lucky ducks! Now, they gotta figure out who to pick. Maybe another young fella from Florida? Who knows?
But let’s get back to Colby. He’s a Gator, they say. That’s a Florida thing, like oranges and sunshine. They got other Gators too. Some fella named Neely, throws the ball hard, I reckon. And another one, Heyman, he catches the ball. Sounds like they all got their jobs to do.
- Colby Shelton – the Shortstop: Quick on his feet, gotta catch them balls and throw ’em fast.
- Brandon Neely – the Pitcher: Throws the ball hard, tries to make the other fellas miss.
- Luke Heyman – the Catcher: Squats down low, catches the ball, and tells the pitcher what to do.
It’s a whole team effort, this baseball thing. Can’t just have one fella doin’ all the work. Gotta work together, like a bunch of ants carryin’ a crumb. And that Colby, he’s part of that team now. Or he will be, once they pick him.
MLB Draft, they call it. Major League Baseball. Big-time stuff. These fellas, they play on TV, and folks cheer for ’em. Makes you wonder how much money they make. Probably enough to buy a whole mess of them Florida oranges.
So, this Colby Shelton… he’s a prospect, they say. Means he’s got potential. Could be a star, could be a dud. Nobody knows for sure. That’s the thing about life, ain’t it? Full of surprises. Like findin’ a twenty-dollar bill in your coat pocket.
And this draft, it’s just the beginnin’ for these fellas. They gotta work hard, practice every day, and listen to their coaches. And they gotta stay outta trouble, too. No good comin’ from carousin’ around and actin’ a fool.
This year’s draft, it’s somethin’ else. All this talk about who’s goin’ where, who’s the best, who’s gonna be the next big thing. It’s enough to make your head spin! But at the end of the day, it’s just a bunch of young fellas tryin’ to play ball. And that Colby Shelton, he’s one of ’em. Hope he does good. Hope he makes his mama proud.
And that’s all I gotta say ’bout that. This whole draft thing, it’s a lot to take in. But it’s baseball, and folks love their baseball. Just like they love their apple pie and their front porch swings. It’s American as, well, as a Florida Gator, I reckon.
