Shiny helmets lie on the floor of the dugout,
Dusty equipment bags under the bench,
Nine ladies take their positions on the field
socks up to their knees,
Seven o’clock and the lights flash on,
The man in blue yells play,
A yellow ball whizzes over home plate,
A black Louisville Slugger gleams in the light
as it whirls around and cracks the ball to the green,
A glove thrusts up into the air
but misses,
Cleats dig hard into the dirt,
The ball is lost in the night sky,
Until it is found,
Heading out of the park,
There’s only one name for this,
Grand Slam!