The Phenom

The first out was routine, 
A grounder had occurred. 
A force at second base, 
The runners, first and third, 
"The phenom" now prepared 
To get a double-play, 
The catcher wagged a "two", 
A curve ball underway, 
The batter should have guessed 
That heat would not be sent, 
But though his timing's off, 
Trajectory was bent, 
The bat just clipped the ball, 
And fouled high into stands. 
So now the phenom thought, 
A fastball he'd command. 
Shook off the catcher's sign, 
One finger down and right, 
The phenom took a breath 
And threw with all his might, 
The ball flew fast inside, 
Made hitter's pull commit, 
He weakly tagged the ball 
Into the shortstop's mitt, 
Who turned and made the toss 
To second baseman's west, 
Avoiding runner's track, 
Collision was the quest, 
The throw went on to first, 
A laser beam was caught, 
The double-play complete, 
A win the phenom sought. 
The pastime might forget 
The pitch that made the day 
But not the crafty phenom 
Who filed it away.

Published in "Trappings of the Years" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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