Today I went to a baseball game. I’ve never seen an astronaut at a baseball game. You might have, but that’s not what counts. On all accounts, and by all, I mean my account (that’s what counts, as could be inferred from the previous sentence: get with it), I am headed down the narrow path.

I say narrow path because, as everyone knows, the majority of all people trying not to become astronauts end up in space at some point. It’s just unavoidable for those among our ranks who aren’t so incredibly skilled at succeeding to fail.