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Spencer Frenchman

The Game

Some days we sit with sorrow
Some days we laugh with glee,
But now we sit in agony with the Yankees down four to three.

Jeter flew to center
Matsui grounded to first.
And just like that they all went down in the bottom of the first.

The game continued just like this
Until the final innings.
When Manny hit a homer and suddenly the Red Sox were winning!

We stood in horror
To see such a sight.
I could not believe this tragic plight!

The game continued
Until the bottom of the ninth inning.
Tensions were high, my head was spinning.

With the score four to three and one out to go,
The bases were loaded
And Sheffield was awaiting the throw.

The stadium was silent
The crowd was still.
All eyes were on the pitcher out there on the hill.

Afraid to watch
What would happen next.
My stomach churned and I prayed for the best.

The windup started shaky
But the ball came out clean.
It almost hit Sheffield, now everyone was feeling mean.

Pitches two and three came in for strikes
And the count was one and two.
With one more chance to hit the ball the crowd’s fears were roused anew.

His eyes ablaze with fire
Sheffield stepped into the box.
He looked up at the pitcher and saw his red socks.

And in came the pitch
Soaring towards the plate.
Sheffield’s bat lurched towards the ball and sealed the game’s fate!

Some days we sit with sorrow
Some days we laugh with glee,
Today we jump for joy, the Yankees have achieved victory!

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