The idea kind of reminds me of that Northern Exposure episode where Joel has his first encounter with the never-ending days and uses all his extra energy to try to coach the horrid basketball team.
And what do you mean by the ball slipping between your fingers? Unless you have E.T. fingers, you should be able to grip a baseball just fine.
I'm just a horse, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.
- Andrew Forbes