Centerfield Series...Your'E Outta Here Poem by Juan Olivarez

The hand flew up, your'e outta here,
he heard the umpire cry.
he turned a hundred shades of red,
The batting helmet soaring high.

he grabbed home plate and tossed it off,
into the visitors dugout.
he saw players scramble right and left,
And heard the startled shouts.

he grabbed the dirt around home plate,
And tossed it at the umpires feet.
Then he bent over and mooned the ump,
With his grimey base stealing seat.

And then ole Skip came out for him,
And told him where to go.
The spell was broken, and like a child,
his tears began to flow.

Walking down the tunnel, to the shower room,
he reflected on what he'd done.
And wondered how he could ever explain,
his actions to his son.

6/1/12 Alton Texas