The big pitch

By
With two outs and two strikes
A man on second and third
The batters eyes glued to the ball
With tons of pressure
Gets his feet in the batters box
Takes some practice swings
Then bangs his bat against the plate
Looks at the outfield














Lifts the bat
Adjusts his helmet
Gets a good grip
Stands,
Waits,
Focuses,
Then brings the bat back
About to swing
The batter swings
Straight and level
Watches,
Hopes,
Preys,
Hesitates,
Wishes,
Leans,
Breaths out deep
Hoping he’ll hit the ball
And then

And then


And then



Crack
The game ends in a win





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Cedes A. said...
Apr. 1, 2009 at 11:41 pm
I've been in that situation so many times before and your poem expresses just how it really feels.
 
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