Baseball Players.

Maybe its the uniform that attracted us.
We soon found out though,
They lie, cheat and steal.
Oh yes, they are good with their hands and eyes, but nothing else,
they like to move fast.
Always rounding bases without thinking.
They have their head in the game and do what they think is right.
They take that hit out into far left field to see just how far they can go.
Pushing every base until he is stopped, yet even then, he attempts to go on.
A simple single will not due.
Oh no, being the best on the team is what is needed.
Must show off.
Having the most home runs will make them great.
Maybe for that game it will make them great,
but at the end of the day, what do they have?
An empty field.
Empty bleachers.
Left over popcorn scattering the ground.
The feeling of greatness is gone because everyone has left.
No one cares anymore, the game is done and the players are left alone.




It's quite funny how people in my life seem to represent the game they play. They are so consumed by what they play, it starts to show up in real life. Funny, yet sad.