It's time for some BASEBALL BABY!!!
The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then came a shout
"Do something Ben, murder the ball,
For crying out loud get a hit."
Ben strode to the plate to answer the call
The now restless fans knew this would be it
He dug in his right foot then positioned his left
And tapped the plate twice with his long wooden bat
Then he pulled it back slowly as to measure its heft
And tensed his whole frame as he stood like a cat
The pitcher glared in, the Ump hunkered down
Then the ball on its way thru the air like a shot
Ben pulled the trigger, his body unwound
And the ball hit the bat with the sound of a "Thock"
This is the sum that the game's all about
This instant is not just a moment or dream
The split second physics, a hit and a roar or the swing and an out?
Each player, Each coach and every fan poised to let out a scream
by
John W. Knight