| Under Pressure Elizabeth C. Melo July 23, 2000 |
| You feel so alone, no one's there to give you a hand. That's the same feeling you get when your on the mound. Standing there, looking at the fans... Of course they're chearing for the opposing team. Then you look up at the clouds, wishing God could help you. HE CAN'T! No one can help you, you have to do this one on your own. Here you go... Looking at your catcher, she gives you the sign, drop. You shake your catcher off, bad decision. BIG MISTAKE! Never shake your catcher off, their in charge, they know what they're doing. You keep wishing that you'll throw a strike, end the game. Bases are loaded, two out, full count... Every pitcher hates being in this position. Knowing my luck, number four hitter is always up when I'm stuck in something like this. I just know she's gonna park it, I give in too easily. OK, your teams up 7-6, if she hits a single, that scores two, game over, you lose... So, here we are... You get in your windup, hoping it'll be a strike. You know you've gone through the motion as perfect as you could ever do, released the ball, in the most perfect spot... "PERFECT PITCH!" The balls going right down the middle, theigh height. Batter swings, gets a great peice of the ball, over the left feilders head, one scores, game tied. Then another runner scored, GAME OVER! YOU LOST! You're standing there on the mound, looking around thinking, "Fuck! I shouldn't have thrown the fastball and went with the inside drop." You're fault! maybe you should've tried harder. I know I could've, why I didn't? I have no idea. I just give in too easily, like I can predict what's going to happen before I throw th pitch. I guess I'll never know if I would try harder, or will I? |
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