Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

The Bullpen

At the ballpark in a sequestered location
are baseball pitchers waiting in isolation.
They ready themselves for a bad situation.
When starting pitchers falter, they are called upon.
The call goes to the bullpen, and they toss the ball.
The fans can see them “warming up” behind a wall.
If their teams are in danger of losing the lead,
the managers summon them during time of need.
If the pitcher on the mound’s outcome is in doubt,
relievers take their places to seek the third out.
Left or right-handed, they cannot break when bending.
With each “save”, the contests have a happy ending.

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Sara Kendrick February 25, 2012 at 9:50 AM Great story told about a sport..Enjoyed reading this morn..I have always wonder about a left-handed pitcher..Is it confusing to the batter?...Sara

Jslambert Mister Roboto February 24, 2012 at 11:58 PM I agree with whoever comments after me, unless they say something real screwed up! In that case, I agree with JOE Flacco down below. :)

Joe Flach February 24, 2012 at 11:17 PM It takes a special kind of nut to be a successful fireman. Some of the more colorful men in baseball lore have fulfilled that position. And, in every bullpen is a good pair of binoculars to entertain them until they are needed.