What a Game

The stance of the batter the pitcher like a hungry hawk eying it's prey keenly with roving eyes checking those on base the sun beats down,smells and sounds fill the air the pitcher begins to prepare he doesn't seem to notice the sizable lead off the player on first has taken some root for the coming instance some try to warn of the impending danger wait the wind up begins the player on first has already said his farewell the moment seems to pause so many eyes focused the pitcher turns to react the player slides we all anticipate different scenarios my friend,my friend what a game