Analogies of the Game (poem)

Grounder in the hole, thats a knock,

    "Hey Timmy! Get loose and toss the rock."
216 stitches and some white leather,
      Get strong and the bat will feel like a feather.
90 miles per hour, Man.. that's gas,
      2 features on the baseball field: dirt and grass.
Hard hit ball right at the guy,
      Its an out. At least it wasn't a pop fly.
Four hitter is up everyone scoot back,
      Like usual, he'll probably take a huge healthy hack.
Baseball isn't an easy sport to play,
      You got to be coordinated and practice to get better everyday.
Just remember to be the ball,
      Control it and you'll have it all.
That is why I love the game so much,
      those moments where you can come up big and be clutch.
You'll be the hero of the day in one swing of the bat or a catch of the ball,
      that feeling inside when your at the top and standing tall.
The game is my life, and my life is the game.
      My heart for this sport burns like a never ending flame.