I guess I don't know my own strength

For our last Family Home Evening activity, my "family" played a little backyard baseball. On of the girls in our group had borrowed her three year old nephews plastic and foam bat and a rubber ball for us to play with. As members of our family left to go study for finals we found that there were only 3 of us left, but we still wanted to play (or still didn't feel like studying) so we decided to do a home run derby. I went second and the girl before me got two home runs so I figured I needed to get at least that many. Unfortunately things did not work according to plan and I found myself with only two pitches left I found myself with only 1 home run. I knew this one had to go over the fence (otherwise known as into the parking lot or over the rosebushes) so when the pitch came I swung with everything I had. Good news: I hit a homerun! Bad news: the bat snapped in half and the broken half of the bat flew across the field and hit an appartment complex scaring a girl to death. Now must admit I feel good about the home run, but the memory is a bit tarnished by the thought of the three year old boy who now has a bat that is half as long