Bottom of the ninth
The score is tied
One run wins
The drama runs wide
Bases are loaded
The crowd screams loud
One hit does it
And make the team proud
The score is 3-3
Already two out
Runners are screaming
Knock this one out!
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
And 11 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
They 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 flys over the line
No time to catch it
Next time will be fine
Again they get ready
The runners get poised
Before you heard the p.a.
The crowd was making noise
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 they are poised
To play in the finals
Again to rejoice
©firefly
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