[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Biggest Competition Ever Vol. 1

Bottom of the 9th (fender_bender2020) wk-4

Bottom of the 9th

It was the classic scene, bottom of the 9th, 2 out

Man on 3rd, game tied, you know what I'm talking about

No one on the bench to pinch hit for me

I was 0 for 4, no chance for victory

Just do your best, the coach almost cried

Truth was, he was saying, we can kiss this one goodbye

I stared down the pitcher, he laughed, as the pitch he threw

Strike 1, I didn't swing, didn't swing at the next either, Strike 2

I heard the moans and groans of my teammates and fans

But I was undaunted, gonna prove I was a man

I gripped the bat firmly, as the next pitch flew

I swung with all my might and with the follow through

I felt the bat shatter, there was that undeniable crack

I looked for the sailing ball, but only saw a flying bat

But then slowly rolling, I saw the baseball inch

Between 3rd and the pitcher, neither boy flinched

"Run. Run," my teammates were all yelling to me

I dropped the bat handle and ran like the breeze

Fast Eddie, on third, was heading for home plate

I watched as the pitcher and 3rd base sealed their fate

They both ran for the ball, without looking around

They smacked into each other and fell to the ground

Fast Eddie scored, amid all our teammate's hugs and cheers

I was so happy, I also wanted to be there

I jumped up high, let out a scream and shout

But amid it all, I heard the umpire yell, "You're out."

The yells and screams turned to moans and tears

As I stood amid the other team's laughter and my own fears

I fell to my knees crying, wanting to be any other place

Because in all the excitement : I forgot to touch first base