he claims to be..........the baseball star

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He sits, waiting impatiently
 
seizing a moment where he waits for one of his teammates to fall
 
Seconds feel like hours
 
he taunts excessive trash , claiming to be the man
 
He feels his heart beat
 
Blood throbs through his veins
 
The anticipation is disingenuine
 
 
His stomach claims to be in knots
 
His nerves are not as overwhelming as it may seems
 
But yet, excitement surrounds him 
 
His teammates, his coaches watch with disgust
 
Eyes wide open 
 
he wants that chance
 
 
He awaits arrogantly
 
His teammates sitting along the dugout
 
He hears the huge crowd roar
 
He sees the bright lights shining on the diamond
 
He feels the fresh cut grass beneath his cleats
 
He is feeling himself
 
 
Sweat drizzles off his face
 
His heart pounds out of his chest
 
This was the moment
 
he pinch hit for a starter
 
what happens
 
he struck out
 
he flopped
 
 
Year after year, he realizes
 
Every game, every pitch, every at bat
 
everyone watched and saw who he really was
 
when the game ended
 
He knows it is his last game
 
His last chance, his last moment
 
 
He sits, waiting
 
Hours feel like seconds
 
Why does it go by so fast?
 
He feels his heart beat
 
Blood throbs through his veins
 
The anticipation is unbearable
 
 
 
He understood the meaning of patience
 
adrenaline rush that shot up fast like an injection of heroine by a dope fiend
 
His heart seems to stop
 
He hears nothing but sharp ringing
 
He sees the crowd stand to their feet
 
He steps on the field for what might be his last chance
 
 
 
Sweat drizzles off his face
 
His heart pounds out of his chest
 
This is his moment he's been waiting for
 
and here comes the pitch
 
it was a two seam fastball with no bite
 
he ripped a two run shot over right field bleaches
 
it was the game winning hit
 
home team won, crowd roared
 
he finally understood
 
what it took to be a professional
 
from that point on, he was very humbled
 
that game he became .........the baseball player everyone was waiting for
 
he knew it too
 
it was only a matter of time when he got his chance
 
this time, he was quiet 
 
his game did the talking, not his mouth
 
 
 
 
 
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