StarStudded vs Ace Corleone

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posted on 05-18-2005

.StarStudEd.

Sliding Home - #1

for those of u that dont know..my entire life is basically based around the game of baseball...its my family and my blood..it's what will pay for my college...its pretty much all i got in life...so i took a very literal look at this topic...and decided to throw down some thoughts and a story that i have on the game.

a single runner on,the bottom of the 9th,& down by one,
praying in the on-deck circle
that after this at bat the game will be done.
fuck, ive been in this situation before,i hate this
win or lose...shits all upon u,
and i lost luck back in vegas.
everyone says its a team game,that its not one persons play
but the last out with the game on the line,
is all tommorow's paper's gunna say.

*crack*

hit it,caught it,dropped it,tossed it..fuck..just in time
just in time..yea..its my time within time.

*steps in the batters box*

i looked over to catch coaches signs
jesus he's sweating..he couldnt pick a better time
i better take the first pitch, no one-swing out
make this kid beat me, deep in the count
and as i looked over into the pithcers direction...
..i realized that he,
was wearing the exact same facial expression as me
he was sweating, trembling, he tried not to hum it
he had the same pain,that same sickness in his stomache
he was affraid, of defeat, he was affraid,of success
he was affraid of me, the ball, the bat, & all of the excess..
shit that this political conspiracy of an american past time,
that time passed, he had one chance under the light of lime.
the recruiter of his choice college was there, watching
writing, thinking, hoping, clocking...god damn it, quit watching
with one swing, i could ruin this kids future..his life..
his education, the cold steel of a polished knife.
everything..over, if...he...blew...it.
jesus..
..i controlled him..and he knew it.
mercy?...thats all i thought of...for the next 3 pitches
this kids dreams, aspirations, hopes, prayers & wishes
i wondered if god was watching, if he saw what i could do
if he knew..that i could watch strike 3...go through.
i already had a scholorship, and i could deal with the boo's
i honestly had..nothing...to lose.

*crack*

i watched as the ball sailed in the air, up and over the fence
and as i rounded the bags, ive never hurt so much...since...
he was my best friend...he always been..shit, and he knew it
he knew it, he knew it, he knew it right as soon as he threw it
he knew that i'd pick the game over him..
he knew..
but i hit that ball out of instinct, i swear chase..
i didnt fucking mean to.

i play for myself, and only myself..
..i am unwilling to share
becuz baseball is all have,
..and has always been there.
for me.
but as i touched home plate,
i watched as all the fans screamed & tossed
but i still couldnt get over the fact
that i had actually lost.

..my best friend who was the star pitcher at our rival school never touched a baseball after that night. and still wont for the rest of his life.




..i hit that ball out of fucking instinct..i didnt mean to.

i swear.