I used to tell myself it was a curveball,
but it was a knuckler,
and it didn’t come out of nowhere.
I saw it from the moment it was pitched,
had seen it in flight for years,
but I froze.
Both of us had our hands on it,
but I was the deer-in-headlights.
I couldn’t step out of the box.
swing and miss.
since the end of that game was