Sports metaphors and standing on the edge

Ok, so, am I Babe Ruth or Pete Rose?

Do I shoulder my bat, point to the fence, call my shot, and hope my planets are properly aligned and I knock it out of the park?

Or, do I screw up miserably to the point where the mere mention of my name is the punch line to a cruel joke?

Can I risk it all and put my head on the chopping block...again? Do I dare take that chance with so much to lose?