The Downfall of Coopmelo

Its raining. Coopmelo doesn't notice. He walks through the rain and he steps in the puddles. His hair is blond and his hair is curly. Its thick and the rain and humidity make it thicker. It swells. Coopmelo doesn't notice. His mind is locked into the sequence of events that brought him to this point. Maybe that is how he allowed all this to happen. Always thinking about the past and the future and never embracing the moment. He never realized how good things were in the moment. He was a five-tool player. He hit for average, he hit for power, and he hit in the clutch. He had speed and he had a good glove. He was not just a five-tool player, he was the five-tool player. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to be the greatest player of all-time. He couldn't enjoy the moment. He wanted the future generations to always remember him. Thats when he started eating the mexican beans. Just a few here and there to get a little more power and help him focus on the ball. After that came the cream and the clear. And by the time allegations of cheating began to surface, he was injecting steroids that were designed for horses and cattle. Coopmelo was a hulking beast of a two-year old. He crushed whiffle balls over the back yard fence at a rate of 1 per 6 at bats. In less than 3 months he tallied over 400 homeruns. He ate two pounds of guacamole a day and could inhale an entire box of cheerios in one sitting. He was out of control. When the allegations came out that he was juicing, Coopmelo packed up whatever hotwheels and legos he could find and he fled the country. Now he walks in the rain alone in Tokyo. Things couldn't be worse. The reign of Coopmelo The Nasty is over. Over before it even started.