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Dueling the Count
It�s a sunny, summer day There�s but one inning left to play. All that can be heard Across the board Is the crowd�s roar Of the tied score I stride confidently to the plate
All I can do is wait I get in my stance And wait for my chance The crowd increases commotion
As the pitcher starts her motion The pitcher releases the ball And I remain standing tall From the glove pocket
It comes like a speeding rocket With brutal force I swing for a distant hit But the snap is in the catcher�s mitt The next pitch is a change up
But I already had my mind made up I take a mighty cut But have no luck Two strikes away
To my dismay I step to start my stride As the ump calls the pitch wide With my confidence taken
My hands are shaken Gripping the bat tight I put the ball in flight I smile
As it travels a mile A walk off homerun Boy, that was fun! --rja |