Love As It Relates To Baseball

I stand on the plate with the sun in my eyes the pitcher is ready, a fastball he flies I swing just as hard as I possibly can love says "strike one" as I try it again I choke up on the bat, pull down on my bill nodding my head, a new pitcher on the hill it hurls past my chest, just missing my heart love says "ball one" as the clock again starts it's the seventh inning stretch, I need the relief I brush off the dust, no way will I retreat the coach saunters over, giving a pep talk as the lines are redrawn on the infield with chalk the board shows each tally, each inning not close no intervention from heaven or its holy hosts and I shut the book on yet, another losing season I'll still play the game with faith in the reasons