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He was cursing and screaming;
My pitcher was scared.
I thought he was going to charge like a raging bull,
Who could blame him? I mean we do wear red.

But I had to protect the young guy,
I got up out of my crouch and defended him,
With a forceful smack I shoved my glove in his face,
Called him a bum and told him to get his rear end to first base.

He said something to me,
I told him to be quiet,
I shoved him with the force of a million men
Just another fight in baseball,
Just another story.





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dad08658 said...
Jun. 5, 2010 at 12:11 am
great job son this deserves to be in the magazine
 
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