My Winning

May 3, 2010
The lush green grass sways
under my cleats.
A large boiling ball of gas
gleams down on me.
The small tag on my blue
jersey scratches me.
Our eyes are focused on
our home.
I hear a crackling smack
so i step back.
Now this yellow sphere is
heading my way.
I line up with the sphere,
and I put my hand out.
Everyone stands in their seats
awaiting the truth.
My eyes burn and the ball
of gas is blinding me.
I get nervous and start to search
for it in the sky.
I feel a heaviness in my hand
and pull it down.
I caught it, i caught it.
6th inning, and i got the third out.

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