Love For Pitching Poem by bobby kramer jr.

As I stand here on this mound
and stare the batter in the eye
right before I take my sign
I let out a releiving sigh.
the first pitch is a fastball
on the outside black
the batter never seen it coming
the bat never left his back.
he stands back and takes a second
to think whats coming next
by the look of his body language
a curve is what he expects.
I know that he can't touch me
so this is what I'll do
I throw a four seem fastball
and watch him swing right through.
now, the count is 0-2
and his mind is everywhere
right before he steps back in the box
he turns his head to stare.
as I step back on the rubber
I start to feel this thing
and that's the overall happiness
that stepping on this mound can bring.