December 8, 2010
By Anonymous

The game starts
It's getting colder
I can barely feel
My pitching shoulder
Digging ground balls
And catching pop flys
Even with the sun and dirt in your eyes
My team is pumped and ready to go
You sure aren't here
to watch a ballet show
Helmet hair and bruised up body
You sure as heck no hottie.
In the end we win the game
That team will forever remember our name.

The author's comments:
I love softball, so i thought it would be cool to write a poem about it. (:

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