Saturday, January 15, 2011

poem responding to an incident

Ball Four!
The pressure goes out of my mind
I'm on base
I just have to steal and I can score
I can finally be the
star
All those games 
where I didn't get the game ball
where my performance
was overlooked
next man
walks
this is my time to shine
I will steal my base
I go right after the first pitch
I'm on third
a slow bouncer
don't go I hear
I know I can make it
I sprint home
No throw game tied
Yes!
Mobbed at the dugout,
slapping fives
I feel like a star
Like an MVP
Game won!
of to the championships!

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