"The Moment"

A 12-year old boy on the Yankees,
Just living for the great game of baseball; it was life.
It was the championship game,
A sunny, breezy, afternoon.

The Smell of fresh cut grass in the air,
Cracked open sunflower seeds cover the ground,
And the taste of "could we win?" sparked my tongue.
I hear nothing but the heavy breathing of my fellow teammates.

I peer out through the dusty air in the dugout,
To see the pitcher sweating out his last drops of confidence.
Everything was still.
I then realized how important this next pitch really was.

The pitch came in hard.
I shut my eyes
And "crack!" the sound shot through the air like a gunfire.
And right then, I knew.
We had won.

By H.P.