GAME By Tom Jensen
The coach called my number
So I stepped up to the plate
The pitcher threw the ball
But I swung too late
Two strikes left
I'm down in the count
I know I can't give up
As I hear the fans shout
Again the pitcher threw the ball
After he checked the sign
A ball way outside
But the empire is blind
He called strike two
As the catcher smiled
Now I'm down and out
Swinging at anything that comes
It's the bottom of the ninth
And we need a home run
Now the pitcher does
What he has to do
He threw another pitch
And I swung right through
Now he's jumping up
With his fists tightly clenched
As I put my head down
Walking on back to the bench
Time for the winners and the losers
To each go their separate ways
We both had our chances
In the game we just played
Time to clear my ears
Of all their constant ringing
But I took my shot
At least I went down swinging
As the stadium quiets down
After the outcome has been revealed
Everybody leaves the park
There's only grass left on the field
Just my luck
The clouds begin to rain
But as I scratch my head
I remember that tomorrow
There will be another game