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Tryouts

March 3, 2024
By Anonymous

Feeling nervous and scared

Wondering how I will do 

I looked at my competition and almost said my adieus 

Everyone was bigger than me,

But nothing I'm not used to


Coach yelled Line up! And we all filed in

Age and position, he talked extremely loud

When he got to me he assumed my age

Asking if I was a 7th grader when I was in 8th grade

No coach, I am an 8th-grader and his look was surprised

He said Wow! You’re a little short for your age 

The other kids laughed


Filled with anger and rage 

I lined up first to hit in his batting cage

I lined up with a smirk on my face 

Knowing exactly what would happen

He aimed his arm and fired a fastball right down the middle


BOOM! The ball screamed off my bat and whizzed by coach’s ear

Ball after ball, he was impressed

Suddenly, the ball looked different, it was slower

I recognized the spin of a curveball, and again, BOOM!


The coach was impressed, even though he oppressed 

When he met me for the first time

After all, You should never judge a book by its cover.


The author's comments:

My name is Brendan Brill, and I play baseball as a freshman at Malvern Prep. This poem is about an experience I had at a club team baseball tryout.


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