The greatest game

Have you ever wanted to quit,
when you fall apart and lost your grit?

as you stand on the lonely mound,
desperately wanting only to rebound.

when adversity makes it's call,
all you can do is heave the ball.

with a swift swing of the bat,
you wonder why your curve broke like that.

he hits a stand up double,
now you know you're in trouble.

that's when the mound turns into quick sand,
and the pain tingles in your hand.

then you crouch and scoop some clay,
hoping the couch will call it a day.

the pain in your shoulder soon returns,
and deep within your thighs stings and burns.

as the sweat runs in your eyes you clinch them tight,
in the crowd you hear your father, fight fight fight!

the bricks start to stack on your chest,
to press through separates you from the rest.

you work for the strikes to get the out,
now you know what pitching is all about.

walking off the field you're proud you didn't quit,
you now realize you're made of grit.

smile and enjoy your moment in fame,
baseball is truly the greatest game.