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The Pitcher
Brooke Taylor
She stood so tall up on that mound
Her face looked carved from stone.
A determined glare shone in her eyes,
From the innings that had gone.
Her knees were tanned,
Her ankles scarred –
From the victories that had passed.
But that one win
That weary night
She could try but never surpass.

The final game –
The scored was tied.
She’d given more than she really had.
She’d thrown her best
She’d felt it there –
A deep beating in her chest.
She’d give her all for that final try
At a victory she’d nearly die for.
For a shining ring
To remind her of her final days of high school.

She checked her sign
But shook it off.
She could feel it in her heart.
It wasn’t the one to retire the side
And the rally was sure to start.
Two strikes, two outs, three runners on.
She winked and shook her head.
The crowd grew tense as the seconds passed;
They seemed so filled with dread.

She rolled the ball ‘round in her glove
And placed her fingers on the seams.
She reared back to throw the pitch –
It seemed it were a dream.
She grinned that wicked grin of hers
When she finally realized.
That offspeed pitch was the one to throw
To retire the guest team side.

First batter up
But none the luck.
Three pitches sent her back.
Next up, a swing, a hit for sure.
Caught; an unlikely snag.
Third batter up,
Guess who it was.
The star to steal the show.
That determined look shone once again
As she stepped up for the throw.

The seconds passed and left her there.
The count was 0 and 2.
She hadn’t liked the two called strikes
But she couldn’t pick and choose.

Her moment of shining glory –
Her chance to prove herself worthy.
And there it was, an offspeed pitch
Floating down the middle.
She felt the connection
The true exhilaration
As it headed for the fences.
The stands roared a cheer of excitement.

As she trotted ‘round the bases.
Her team met her at the plate
She’s tried but couldn’t hide –
That look upon her face.
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Happy Bday

JaNuaRy
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FeBrUaRy
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MaRCh
26 - Tori
ApRIl
10 - Candace
MaY
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JunE
7 - Megan
6 - Haley S
JuLy
28 - Lauren
AuGuST
1 - Haley C
SePtEmBeR
9 - Kaitlyn
14 - Caitlin
17 - Kayla
NoVeMbEr
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DeCeMbEr
31 - Macy
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