Your Coach screaming across the field “run”
while your in outfield tracing down the hit
when you have to sprint up field to make the catch
Then your teammate makes the catch,
All hard work wasted, but now you have to run
down field to the dugout, now I’m up,swing, and it’s a hit
The ball traveling fast while your parents say “what a hit”
Right to the center fielder, past his head, “he missed the catch”
“he missed the catch” echoes in my head, my heart my chest as I run
“He missed the catch” still echoes through my head while I run past 3rd base, he throws, I slide, and I get hit in the back, worth the win.