A pair

The ball came quickly

It cut through the air

One second he saw it

The next it wasn't there

He swung his bat 

Swift as could be 

The clunk went unheard 

It was a strike indeed

He swung his head low

Chin to the ground

Then turned it slow

Seeing pitchers mound

Stood atop 

A bright ball of glee

Surrounded by friends 

Cheering the win

He lifted his head up 

He looked around

So filled with angst and anger

He did not hear the sound

He did not feel their touch

Or hear the stumping of their feet

Nor the sound of their hands

As one touched down

He couldn't hear or feel it land

In his own misery

He swam around

Too far below 

To even see the ground

See the cheers of his friends

Their screams of good try

The smiles on there face

Lost in his mind

As he waddled home

As tired as could be

The only thing he thought

"Why me?"

"He was not that good

His pitches sucked

I didn't hit them

Because I had to duck"

He turned over
He flopped into his bed
He would never admit
That it was his fought the other team led