I know my last poem was about softball,
But I’m having victory withdrawal.
It feels as if we haven’t won a game in forever,
When in reality it’s only been a week or whatever…
All I know is it has been too long.
With our league title on the line,
We took the field with our heads held high.
After scoring one run, you could see us all sigh.
Inning after inning, Lyndhurst gave it their all,
And scored too many runs for New Milford to stand tall.
Towards the end of the game I got hit with the ball.
Of course it was my pitching hand, but it wasn’t the time to
bawl.
I asked for a few practice throws to shake it all off.
But they were bound to hit my pitches... (cough, cough)
They did and we all were discouraged.
I wish I could say their hits did no damage…
My team’s bats weren’t moving,
And unfortunately our team chemistry isn’t improving.
Therefore, coach tried multiple exercises to fix that.
But on the diamond, we just come out flat.
Lyndhurst wanted it more
We didn’t battle to win the war.
We got a lecture
All in hopes of a better future.
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