The Base Race

The love of my life, Baseball

The Base Race

Waiting at first,

To get a jump.

On this piece of dirt,

Stealing is completely legal.

One step, two steps,

Three steps, four.

Getting my lead so that,

On a hit I can score.

My test is simple,

Second base is my prize.

I must read him,

And read him good.

The jump is everything.

A poorly timed jump,

You're a sitting duck.

He starts to deliver,

Being a lefty,

He has the advantage.

I have to take off first move.

Otherwise I'm done for.

Knee twitches and I'm off.

Running as hard as I can.

I hear the pop of the mitt,

Knowing I only have precious milliseconds.

I'm closing the gap,

To the base.

Sliding in quick and hard.

That's how I won the base race.