Christopher Croce

The Ballad Of Barry Bonds - Poem by Christopher Croce

With the World Series tied
And a tip of my hat
As I walk to the plate
To get ready to bat

The crowd goes wild
Waiting for my winning hit
With Barry Bonds up to bat
No one would sit

The pitcher look scared
Perhaps thinking, “why me? ”
But when I get to the plate
All my face shows is glee

The coach gives the sign
As I stare in sudden shock
Did this coach go mad?
Did he have a mind block?

I must do what I’m told
If I don’t, I’m due
The punishment is so harsh
I really shouldn’t tell you

When I step up to bat
The crowd gives a roar
Hoping and hoping
To see the ball soar

I study the defense
All the outfielders back
I really don’t blame them
They’re at the warning track

The infield is back
For a hard ground ball
I’m sure they all wish
That behind them was a wall

The pitch is now thrown
I must do my stunt
When it approaches the plate
I square up and bunt

Everyone is confused
As the runners advance
One runner nears home
It’s our only chance

He crosses the plate
For the game winning run
The crowd goes crazy
The game is won!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 27, 2005

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