February 25, 2013
The Raven Parody
The game was tied and no one winning, it was the start of the thirteenth inning. Approaching the plate with courage and conviction.
Tapping the plate side to side, I positioned my stance to wide. I studied the pitcher go through his motion,
ignoring my opponents making commotion.
My third base coach nods to me and makes a notion.
I distinctly remember, it was a cold evening in November.
One ball no strikes was the count, a home run would be paramount. As I patiently waited for the next pitch, upon my nose I felt an itch. I called time and asked, “What is the count?”
The umpire replied, two one in tantamount.
It was time to remount.
With uncertainty lingering at this point in the game,
the score stood four to three with one inning remaining to play. The crowd, rose to their feet in total suspense,
when suddenly the ball soared over the fence.
I trotted the bases with complete amaze,
feeling a bit like the great Wille Mays.
When finally approaching home plate,
my teammates made me feel great.
Before entering the dugout, I looked into the stands,
when I caught a glimpse of my family’s happiness, making me feel grand. Winning the game for my school meant a lot,
but it was expression on my family’s faces that really hit the spot. We went home with our head’s held high,
as we acknowledged our opponents by saying goodbye.