Your heart is racing,

The thought of doing it makes you want to scream,

Why are you going to do this?

Why does it seem so important?

Who would be watching?

Everyone,

No one would even care,

This is the first step for you,

The one you must take to be the best,

To show people that you are destine to do what you love,

For you belong at this base,

You practiced for this for six years,

You thought pitching was your calling,

But it is not what you really want, you want this base,

To protect from anyone who seems to believe they can touch it,

They are wrong because it’s your base,

They try to touch and the are done for,

One is out tag right before the base,

Another is out with one touch on the base with your foot,

No one even makes it to second base,

But one,

Number twelve,

She mocks you with a smile,

Knowing she crossed your line,

She stands on second,

She steals third,

She believes she will make it to home,

But man she is wrong,

With one out in the inning

You make your job to make sure she doesn’t touch your sister base,

She won’t even make it you swear,

The ball is it, a grounder to short,

The ball is thrown to you at high speed,

You tag your base,

Without thinking you call for the catcher at home,

You throw as fast and low

The catcher low and ready for the slide,

She tags before the plate,

Yet we all wait for the ump to call it,

He calls it “OUUUTTTT!”

The team cheers,

A double out,

Your teams win,

You feel that you made a point,

That is your base,

And you have proven that.