BASEBALL TRYOUTS


Why do I do it?
Sweat flowing from my body,
Few water breaks quench my thirst,
Playing my heart out,
Showing off for the coach,
Pressure from beginning to end,
Praying my friends fall short,
Forcing myself to play well
Hitting and fielding completely tiring me out,
Torture lasting forever,
Struggling to get up when it’s over,
Homework incomplete the next day,
And you ask me why I do it?
For love of the game.


This poem was written/submitted by Adam Jay Granat.

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