Did you get the metaphor?

I think I know why babe ruth liked to call out his homeruns by pointing into the stands...
Just as most men have, I have had my share of dry spells, and they can have a dramatic impact on your confidence. Often, these dry spells are the result of overconfidence, which can be perceived as cockiness, and turn off many girls. But sometimes, you're standing in the batter's box watching nothing but balls fly by. When that does happen theres nothing better than eying a strike and watching it fly into the stands after you finally make contact.

DormLife

I'm the first to admit that living in the dorms is kind of a drag. The dorms I lived in my freshman year at ASU were apparently the best ones on campus, and we still had lots to complain about: 4 people sharing 2 bedrooms and a bathroom, windows that wouldn't open, and RAs who constantly sought to get kids in trouble. I understand that kids at some other schools have it way worse, but that was pretty bad compared to the living conditions I had previously grown accustomed to. But no matter how much we complained, there were definitely some benefits to living in the same building as 500 other college freshman.
Probably my best memory from living in the dorms was the first night. After everyone finished moving in and the parents had all left, the nightlife began. My roommate was eager to use his new fake ID so our first move was to walk to the nearest store and load up. We brought two backpacks into which we stuffed as much beer and liquor as we could before heading back on campus. ASU, despite it's reputation for being a party school, is a dry campus. That means even students who are 21, are not allowed to have alcohol anywhere on school property (I'm pretty sure this this is the main reason why the frats there are so bad at throwing parties). Not that it mattered since neither of us were 21, and would have had trouble bringing 2 30 racks into a freshman dorm regardless. [Roommate] carried the bags while I went through the main entrance, past the RA desk, to open the door to the back stairs. We carefully made our way up to our room, and cracked a few beers.
So we had the alcohol, we just needed people to drink it with. Our thought pattern went something like this: we are freshman at Arizona State, a school with a reputation for partying, in a building with hundreds of other freshman who knew that before choosing to come here; obviously they all want to party. That's how we met our neighbors.
We walked up and down the hallway knocking on every door and letting whoever was behind it know that our room was the place to be that night. That turned out to be the best plan ever; our room, small as it was, was packed with people and we all got wasted in true ASU fashion. I don't even remember the details from that night, but I do remember alot of the people who were there, and the adventures we had together the rest of that year.