Bottom of the Ninth
Bottom of the ninth inning,
game is tied,
bases loaded,
two outs,
my elbows on the railing, face between my hands, nothing between me and the action but the long stretch of center field grass...
two strikes.. the pitch...
The ball is hit hard, coming out into left field...is it long enough?
The left fielder is backing up, on the warning track and out of view behind the side of the out-of-town scoreboard....
The ball comes bouncing back into view, the crowd erupts, the dug-out empties... the team gathers around third base and enfolds the batter as the winning run crosses home plate...
This is why I'm a baseball fan... I live for these moments.
game is tied,
bases loaded,
two outs,
my elbows on the railing, face between my hands, nothing between me and the action but the long stretch of center field grass...
two strikes.. the pitch...
The ball is hit hard, coming out into left field...is it long enough?
The left fielder is backing up, on the warning track and out of view behind the side of the out-of-town scoreboard....
The ball comes bouncing back into view, the crowd erupts, the dug-out empties... the team gathers around third base and enfolds the batter as the winning run crosses home plate...
This is why I'm a baseball fan... I live for these moments.