Lonesome Pitcher

I can still smell the grass from the dugout stands and hear the echo of our cheering fans when my time came to pitch i can hear people say #6 is the man i stand on the mound and look at the batter and think he's goin down i wind up my fast ball and i pray i don't hear the smackin sound the ball zooms past my head as i fall to the ground i hear the boos as i see the ball takin the batter home,,,, this is my life as the lonesome pitcher i've never got a hit or a out on three now i got the whole team mad at me but i hold my head high and its ok #6 get em next time i stand on the mound in the pouring rain i ask god why am i here i do my best but im no good that much is clear i ask for one more chance to show i belong....i'm gona stand here in the rain and pitch till my arm falls down maybe our next game i'll win over the crowd bottom of the ninth bases are loaded the last batter swung so hard the bat exploded i'm not gona hide i'm not gona run i will do my best till this game is won coach says # 6 it's your last chance to prove you belong if we lose this game i promise u will be gone two strikes and i need one more i closed my eyes and threw the ball i didn't hear the smack the crowd was quiet i can't look cuz i knew i blew it, so i opened my eyes and to my surprise.........3 strikes and he was out..........the crowd was cheering for poor #6 in the last pitch they got no hits i did i made it i do belong here hey dad.......the crowd finally cheered.