: About Me

As I rise from the bench, my heart starts to pound. II am up to bat, the pitcher is on the mound Bottom of the ninth The score is tied. I just hope he does not pitch it inside. I creep to the batters box, frightened as a newborn. If I fail to get a hit here, It is me the team will scorn. My entire body shakes, as I take my position. I am not used, to playing in this condition. Here comes the pitch, "Yes!" right in my zone! I take my cut at it, and the pitcher lets out a groan. The ball is soaring, going, going, gone! The game is won, and my job is done.