He's Nailed At Home Plate
This was an important game in a pennant chase.
The runner thought he could score from second base.
The ball was hit like a bullet into center field.
The other team was hoping another run this would yield.
The coach sent the base runner around third.
The center fielder threw the ball straight homeward.
Our stalwart catcher waited for the throw at home plate.
We were hoping that the ball would not arrive too late.
Our catcher caught the perfectly thrown ball.
He stood there adamantly like a brick wall.
The umpire saw that the catcher tagged the runner out.
This was the best play of the game without a doubt.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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