[ WP ] You are watching TV and the program is cut off by an emergency broadcast . The presenter says that there is a massive meteor coming for earth and there is no chance for survival for humanity . What do you do in your last 3 hours alive ?

I shut off the TV and just lay in bed for a moment. Comprehending the end of the world is n't easy. I take a deep breath five or six times. Not really counting. I call my mom and tell her I love her. She's halfway across the state, there's no way I can get there in time. With everyone rushing to their loved ones, traffic is backed up all across the world. I'd rather die in the comfort of my own home than in my car on the highway. I walk to my living room and grab my old baseball cap and bat. I was never the best, and in no way was I a pro, but swinging that bat around was probably my favorite thing in the world. 
 
 I turn a radio on, tuned to some news station. Does n't matter which one, they're all saying the same thing. They've figured out the point of impact and announce it to the world. Does n't matter much, but I guess it's nice to know. 
 
 With a bucket full of baseballs and a beer at my feet, my cap on my head, and a bat in my hands, I do n't have a care in the world. I do n't think I'm ready to die, but I'm certainly at peace. 
 
 I look up every few minutes or so. The meteor is slowly getting bigger, and I'm getting more anxious. I guess everyone is. This was really going to happen. The priest at my local parish is going from house to house, giving people their last rights or whatever it is. I'm not really religious, but I let him go through the whole thing. If it puts his mind at ease, it's no skin off my nose. I gave him a bite to eat on his way out, no sense in dying on an empty stomach. 
 
 It's just minutes before impact. I've emptied my bucket five or six times now. Was n't really counting. At this point, I'm just winding up for one last swing. Keep your eye on the ball. Square your feet. I'm gon na have to swing a little high.
