I’m sweating intensely from
early spring weather
that May brings,
As I walk up to the plate.

It’s seven to six,
Bottom of the seventh,
We’re down by one,
I’m coming up to
Save the state championship.

I walk into the box,
Let the announcer say my
Name and number with enthusiasm.
I can feel the cool breeze blowing
At my back, out to right field.

I can feel the rush of anxiety
Running through my body as
I take two practice swings,
Await the pitcher to come set,
Take a deep breath and sigh.

I breathe out, I hear many voices
In the crowd shouting and cheering
For my success and ability
To become a clutch player
At a much needed time.

The pitcher begins his windup,
I routinely load back my hands,
Getting ready to hit the ball.
The pitch comes,
I swing,
Crack!

The ball flies off my bat out into
Right field and over the
Three hundred foot fence,
Gone!

A walk off homerun,
A state championship,
All in one swing.