Full Count
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Fan
“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”
“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.
“What are ya, blind?
Inside and low!
Honest. I swear.
It grazed my toe!
It hit my toe,
then bit the dirt.
I’ll take my base.
Leggo my shirt!
You made a bad call!
Tell the truth.
If that’s Strike Three,
then I’m Babe Ruth!”
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Tags: Babe Ruth, baseball, children, humor, little league, sportsmanship, striking out
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.