Centerfield Series...Right Field
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Juan Olivarez
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Prone on the ground,
His face streaming tears.
Gazing back at the mound,
And surrounded by cheers.
Cursing his black luck,
For missing the line drive.
Like a wounded duck,
Slowly loosing his life.
Slowly he comes back to his feet,
Walking back eyes on the grass.
Somebody pats him on his seat,
Somebody with a lot of class.
Good try Bobby, you did your best,
He hears the skipper say.
Now take a shower, and get some rest,
Tomorrow is another day.
10/11/10 Alton Texas
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