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
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013
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