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Am I going to score, or am I too late? Running with no fear, just that crazy look on my face, I slide into home with the dirt rising to my face. Standing in the batter�s box, Thousands of thoughts, My knees shaking, butterflies racing, I am a bomb ready to explode! My eyes locked on the pitcher, Like an eagle seeking its prey. Is this going to be a hit? Is it going to be the best of the day? I�m waiting and ready at third, My infielders all around, ready for the play. The determined look in their eyes, all on alert. Sweat dripping from our faces, falling to the dirt. Our bloody swollen fingers, bruised arms and legs, The scarred knees that will never ever go away, Pain isn't on our minds, It�s the pride and memories that last forever. Bruised, bloody, broken, All for this sport, I�ll never hold back. I play it, live it and love it. Softball - my sport, my game, my life. |
| My Game by Unknown (as posted on message board) |