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by Mia Mar 22, 2005 category : Special events / other poems
Its the bottom of the 7th your team is down by one if you lose this game today your season will be done there are now two outs and its up to you your team is praying that you will come through as you step up to the plate you look to 3rd the crowd is silent they haven't said a word you look at the pitcher as sweat drips from your cheek you try to give her a smile but you are now too weak you get in your stance and take a warm up swing your team is getting nervous as they start to cheer and sing you look over at your coach shes standing nervously still your afraid your gonna blow it your feeling really ill you look back at the pitcher as she tightly grips the ball no matter the outcome you've given it your all she winds up and throws it fast it feels like forever but it reaches you at last you swing hard and hit the ball "FOUL" you hear the umpire call theres now one strike but your hanging in your getting really nervous you really want to win you get back into stance as she throws once more a fast ball is what your hoping for you cant see the ball so you just swing away its soaring through the outfield "let it fall" is what you pray the outfielder dives and misses by a mile as you sprint past the bases you cant help but smile the man on 3rd scores and you continue to run if you get out your season will be done they're scrambling with the ball as you run to 3rd they throw the ball high it looks like a bird you run home you might get out "SAFE" you hear the umpire shout