Spit

He looked him in the eye and then He tilted his head to one side and spit Inched a little closer in defiance Knowing he took a chance on getting hit Forty six feet isn’t that long a distance Listening to what the voice behind him said He took the first one just looking The second went whizzing past his head Composed like he had ice in his veins He moved out and back in and then He stared down at him forty six feet away Tilted his head and spit again The scene was tense as he stood and waited He knew he was under the gun One in the dirt and one under his chin Now the count was three and one He began to feel a little nervous But thought this is no time to quit So he banged the plate stared at him again Tilted his head and spit It was down the middle like a gift The moment, it was tense He heard the crack, he opened his eyes And watched it sailing over the fence He was rounding third and coming home Arms raised like he’d struck gold Crowd was cheering, a dream come true Not bad for a ten year old. If you love baseball, attend your Local Little League games.