You watch the man ahead of you, and you watch how hard the pitcher threw.
And now it comes upon your turn, your muscles tighten and begin to burn.
As you walk up to the plate, with tthe thought of being hit you hate.
Your legs are shaking and feel like breaking, as you kick and scuff to become comfterable enough.
The pitcher up and threw down the hall, and then the umpire calls a ball.
The second you could see as clear as day, you knew you much up and swing away.
The third and fourth you just stood and watched to be struck out as quick as a notch.
Back in the dugout you sit and pout for you just gave the team their very third out.
The game is lost at your cost, but the team you hear is trying to cheer.
You sit down and think within a blink of the job you just did at the drop of a knob.
The next time you step up to the plate, the suspense you had will be left at the gate.
