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Bottom of the Ninth
Sure I struck out
More times than I hit
Some would say I was Minor league
Some say I shoulda played in the Majors
A bit light and short to get it over the fence
With the ninety mile pitchers
That would jar your spine if you could hit it
And I was fast, and I had a bitchin' slider
They just couldn’t see
Sometimes I wonder if this very game will ever end
And if the players are real
Early in the game I was confused
If I wanted to pitch or catch or play second base
Indecision benched me at times
But I played on, and now the bases are loaded
The game is tied and the pitch is three to two
They are all looking at me
My arm is hurting and I know I haven’t played
As good as I could have played this game
Always doubted if I was good enough, I was good enough
Been a pretty long game, with a middlin' record
In June 2011, I have played seventy six seasons this time around
And I have begun thinking of the next game
And how I won’t screw it up next time.
