Bottom of the ninth
The score is tied
One run wins
The drama runs wild
Bases are loaded
The crowd screams loud
One hit does it
And make the team proud
The score is three three
Already two out
Runners are screaming
Knock it out , very loud
The batter walks up
Adjusts his cap
Takes a deep breath
And tries to relax
The pitcher is on fire
Throwing the heat
Eleven strikeouts
Eleven took their seat
The batter gets ready
The pitcher in his stance
The whole game riding
On this circumstance
First pitch now comes
The batter doesn't flinch
The pitch is right center
Strike , that was a cinch
The each get ready
Second pitch comes
This time it's high
Ump says one and one
The excitement grows
The next pitch has come
This time he swings
Crack ! He starts to run
Foul! As they call it
The ball sails over the line
No time to catch it
Next time it will be mine
Again they get ready
The runners are all set
Before you heard the P.A.
The cheering had spread
The batter looked up
The ball was so high
Travelling so fast
He wanted to cry
Drifting out so far
The ball was cranked
Grand slam for sure
The game was banked
They won a close one
And now are poised
To play in the finals
And to again rejoice
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