it was a windy day at wrigley field sammy sosa was striding to the plate it would be his mighty swing that would decide today the cubbies fate one fan held up a sign that said "hit it here, sammmy!" the crowds mighty roar dwarved the few boos sammy looked at the pitcher and then at his shoes he went into his practice swings worrell stared at him as he did, the crowd could see the chances getting dim just one swing would do it the cubs would go home winners if not, and the dodgers did they 'd cry into their dinners(the fans, not the dodgers) sammy watched the fastball sail into piazza's glove and fall even i knew it was a strike the ump just yelled "ball!" sammy stepped out of the box looked out toward left field the fans knew what he was doing and they did not yield worrell threw a forkball that fell like it weighed a ton sammy swung hard, but.. the ump yelled "strike one!" (sammy looked at worrell) piazza signaled for the knuckleball and it came, so true sammy was left standing there while the ump yelled "strike two!" finally, with the game on the line worrell looked in for the sign for a pitch to sosa that would not hit the pine so piazza went to the slider there came a pitch that if sammy missed it he would have been a sonovabitch sammy swung hard throughout cubville there came a shout for on a very killable pitch mighty sammy had struck out.
Reason for writing:
i love the poem "casey at the bat"
so this is my dedication to it
i hope you like it, sports fans
its true!
Birth sign: Aries
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