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Swing For the Fences

Hey! Batter! Hey, hey batter! Hey! Batter, swing! There is the wind up. Here comes the pitch. Fastball, slider, curve, but which is which? Bases are loaded, it’s up to you… Swing for the fences! Do what you do! No one to help you. The ump is blind. There’s so much pressure. Two runs behind. You stand alone on the precipice. Give it your best shot! A swing… a miss… Hey! Batter! Hey, hey batter! Hey! Batter, swing! So many hecklers… the catcher laughs. It’s just his job to try to distract. You are all warmed up, ready to go… Swing for the fences! Do what you know! The fans are yelling, calling you names. It’s life or death now, not just a game. Millions are counting on your strong wrist. Eye on the ball but… another miss… Hey! Batter! Hey, hey batter! Hey! Batter, swing! Lean in closer, maybe you’ll get hit. Just some pain from an errant pitch. Forget that! Focus! Let’s make the news. Swing for the fences! What will you lose? You lured the pitcher into your trap. One more second everyone will clap. You’re in the zone now, there’s no defense. Over the plate… Now Over the fence! Hey! Batter! Hey, hey batter! Hey! Batter, swing!

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