The unfair practice of
catching foul balls.
Once I hit a pop fly into the left field stands, funny thing. About stars, they look just like dreams and there are so many. It's hard to judge, whether to jump three rows, or to sit tight.
Sometimes I'm too short :to see the fireworks :but I see the fire. It has a sound. Whistling and clapping. I'm overcome by foul balls and aching hearts. Kicked in the shin. The umpire screams about unsportsmanlike conduct.
I tell him to screw. There are cheers and jeers, then years, and lives. The ball hits the ground. It's a shame, all the little ones are dead or dying.
catching foul balls.
Once I hit a pop fly into the left field stands, funny thing. About stars, they look just like dreams and there are so many. It's hard to judge, whether to jump three rows, or to sit tight.
Sometimes I'm too short :to see the fireworks :but I see the fire. It has a sound. Whistling and clapping. I'm overcome by foul balls and aching hearts. Kicked in the shin. The umpire screams about unsportsmanlike conduct.
I tell him to screw. There are cheers and jeers, then years, and lives. The ball hits the ground. It's a shame, all the little ones are dead or dying.
endlessben:
How can I forget the Running Man? I'm such a fool. I hope John Matrix, Commando, can forgive me.