Wins and Loses

Love life Baseball fan can compare the too and make the story of loves golden rules.

was twenty years ago

When Love life was a rocky place 

Like being the rocky mountains with out a map

You could wonder around and stub you toes on many rocks

Love was blind for a time

I walked a fine line

I tried too keep it on the right path

Loses was plowing up

The baseball game was in the bottom of the ninths

and two outs with two Strikes

and down by one run

The closer was on the mound

One sweet swing was on my mind

two were out in the bottom of the ninths

This is where I keep my family feed

In the clutch of the ninth hour

Our love matter and was on the line

Just one more pitch foul or strike

It may be the last chance of the night

My love life was always two outs in the ninths

Pressure building on throw away from a complete game

Only one to nothing what's the score

The home crowd screamed for more

She knew I carries a big stick

Some times it made my heart sick

to see this type of pressure on our love affair

The closer grabs the ball firmly

before he throws this knuckled curve

Its low and away ball three

two strikes

Could I deliver a blow tonight

Save our love from the loss tonight

As I chocked up on the bat

For what could be my last swing of the night

The closer got his favorite grip on the ball

He's about to let me have it all

Last pitch of the night

Pray I don't miss it for the last strike

get a hit get on prolong the game

For the next batter to do the same

the pitch was a sweet pitch too hit

I got it between short and third

the outfielder held me to a single

And now it was up to Johnny could be our last hope

First pitch taking called strike

Second pitch outside and high

I held back on my swing

There was a hush in the crowd

the night was still young

The boys of summer

were just having fun

The closer throw in right past Johnny

Strike two down to the last strike of the night

Johnny choked up on the bat held it real tight

The closer thrown the ball so fast

But Johnny caught it on the end of this bat

the crowd was in a uproar

for the ball was hit quit a distance

and the left fielder watched climb over the wall

The game was over Johnny was the hero of the night

the crowd with a standing Ovation

When Johnny came in I said to him

You did it you saved this game

We had defeated their best closer

We'll come back tomorrow

And try to do it all over again

Johnny was the pride of the Yankees

And his story is told to many a fans of the game

Another championship for the dam Yanks

The most hated team in baseball

For the seem to win more the any one before them

New York goes wild over the Yankees and their victories

Our love life was never quit the same

After the yankees gained there fame

For it was a special October night

When me and my wife make up for good

The love game worked very well

Our love was burning like the fires of hell

Smoke came out of the roof top

and our love was won with no loses

Reviews

[Confuser]

What a great poem with the wonderful baseball metaphors. I almost asked my husband but thought I figured most of it out; the baseball terms. You always write such lovely poems about love. Something I tried in White Wolf, a contest - Lord knows it was so hard. But this one just flowed so well with great sentiment. Thanks again Smitty.