I stare down into my glove
And see it
White leather glistening in the sunlight
I move my fingers across the thick red stitches
And finger my patented fastball
Doesn't feel right
So I shake the catcher off
I move my hand across the face of the ball
And feel each letter
R-A-W-L-I-N-G-S
Wait...I got it
Curveball
I stare down the batter
I look at his silly grin
Fool doesn't even know he's about to strike out
"Rookie", they say
"Overrated prospect", they say
I'll show 'em
Me and my R-A-W-L-I-N-G-S
I let it fly
The spin is just right
But my joy is interrupted by a huge crack
Homerun
Damn
I need a new hobby