When my as was 34 years old, I quit professional baseball. I haven't played professionally for several years now. But in my heart, I quit for real this time. Tonight. It's time I accept the fact that the glory days of my life are now behind me. Just like Neil Armstrong, I went to space and now I'm back and nobody gives a shit. Therefore, I will now settle into this new life. I'll find new ways in which to use this arm. I will take my current responsibilities seriously, and try to do them the best that I possibly can. And realizing that the love of my life has chosen another, I will move forward without her. I do all these things not because I want to, but because I have to. From this moment forward, Kenny Powers is just like everyone else. Normal, not special. No hopes, or dreams. Pretending to be happy when he's really super sad. Just an average guy, with exceptional hair. Nothing more, and nothing less. From this moment forward, the People's Champion, the Shelby Sensation, the Reverse Apache Master, the Man with the Golden Dick, Doctor Cock and Balls-- that Kenny Powers is now dead. And he will never pick up a baseball ever fucking again.
— Kenny Powers