A Sporting Attempt

It is fourth down and goal to goal from fifty yards away They’ve flickered the lights for last call; I must score on this play I haven’t hit a home run for over an entire year The fans are sitting on their hands; they’ve forgotten how to cheer I look deep into blue eyes, trying to read her soul Lining up for the penalty kick, I need to score this goal We’ve been sitting here at the bar for over three hours Delay of game penalty flags upon me start to shower I finally get up the nerve to offer up a pitch It comes in high and outside, this sailing tack I must switch She has given me her number and said that I should call I need a strike in this last frame so all the pins can fall I ask her home to my place, offering up a Hail Mary pass The checkered flag is in front of me, but I’m running out of gas Will I score; win the game; finish in first place Or is this sprint a marathon and the fox I still must chase