I'm 17... When Did That Happen!?

A Team That Became A Family

I don't want a repeat of last year.

It cant happen.

We cant have the bad attitudes.

We cant snap at each other.

We cant hang our heads.

We cant lose anymore games.

Bad attitudes wont help us- it will make everything gloomy.

Snapping at each other wont help us- it will make us all mad.

Hanging our heads wont help us- it will make us lose.

And we cant lose anymore games.

What happened?

What happened to the beginning of the season?

What happened to the cheers?

What happened to the family?

What happened to the recovery after a mistake?

What happened to the wins?

Where? Why?

Where is the mit? Why is it not in the dirt?

Where is the ball? Why is it flying over our heads?

Where is the bat? Why is it not being used?

Where is the strike? Why is it not in the zone?

Where are the bases? Why are they not covered in dirt?

Ball.

Base.

Back-up.

We can.

We can make good throws.

We can hit the ball.

We can slide.

We can be aggressive.

We can get outs.

We can catch pop-flys.

We can stop grounders.

So why arn't we?

We have the potential.

I don't want a repeat of last year.

We can't make 61 errors.

What happened to our team?

Where is our focus? Why is it not on softball?

We can win.

I am an athlete.

I can play the game.

I WILL play the game.

I am a Reardan Indian.

I can win games.

WE can win games.

We have the potential.

We can't do anything about biased umps.

We can't do anything against good plays.

We can't help but break rule number 7.

But we can play with class,

and fire in our hearts.

We will win games.

We will play the game.

We will hit the ball.

We will catch the ball.

We will throw the ball.

WE WILL WIN GAMES!

Ball.

Base.

Back-up.

Throw.

Catch.

Hit.

Slide...

Win.

Celebrate.

Win again,

and again,

and again.

State.

and one last win.

Trophey.

Reardan history.

Sweatshirts.

Celebration.

A team that became a family.

A/N So I wrote this poem halfway through my softball season. I wanted to show it to my team, but I never got the nerve to. The first time when I orginally wrote it, some of the lines where different, and it ended at the italized Win. Later I went through and made the poem better than it was, and I added on the ending, and I also named the poem. Our season ended in a Do-or-Die game, and we lost. My team hung our heads. We were even leading in the first few innings. We didn't continue on to state. We didnt get very close. Half of the team was in tears after the game ended. The other half cried on the bus/ car ride home or waited till they were home. Or they said that they have next year. But what about our seniors that dont have next year? What about us juniors that ONLY HAVE next year?