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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.24.14.44.14212]] |
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I watch as the groundskeepers prepare the playing field for the bachelorette baseball game you play Meticulous preparation, dusting bases, sweeping home plate, the umpires put heads together. You arrive, and determine, through probing questions and careful scrutiny, who has earned a place in your lineup for this game. The pitches come quickly, the fast balls and curves You field the grounders gracefully, like Brooks on the hot corner, nothing gets past the wall of your glove. Although you may tire of the repetition of the game, your execution is flawless, and the retiring batters slink away like kids caught with naughty magazines. To have swung your best against the best is every batters dream. I have heard the crack of the bat, and made the once in a lifetime perfect swing. The ball explodes off the bat, and rockets high above left field, on it's way to Waveland Avenue. I have hit the shot of a lifetime, earned my score. My home run is a reality, one of the very few you've given up lately. Like Sammy Sosa, I look, and hop. And then I run. |