SwingOh shit ,oh shit ,oh shitThats all I can say as I step out to plateI love watching baseball (dont get me wrong.)But, now they expect me to play?Im a nervous wreck!I feel sick!I cant do this.Then again,I cant leave
My team is counting on meWhat are they thinking?Theyre highI know it
..AndDad is watchingHe never comes to these thingsWhyd he choose today to show up!!!SWOOSH!STIRIKE ONE!!!Shit
I didnt even swing.My face is all redI can feel it!SWOOSH!STIRIKE TWO!!!AGAIN?!?!?!?!?The other team is laughing at me.But I cant hear themAll I can hear is my teamAnd my dadAnd theyre holleringSWING THE BAT, SWING!!!!So I gather up some courage,See the ball,And swing.
I think I can....Im walking down the street,distracted by the dreams of othersI trip on a vine of self doubtand fall down a giant holeLuckily for me fate proves to be on my sideA branch snags on my backpackand its the only thing holding me up nowAs I start to panicI hear the voice of a good friend above meHe says he cant reach meand that I need to pull myself upI think I can,I think I can,I think I canAs I get closer to the top, I slipBut my friend is there to grab meand starts to pull me back upHe says I need to help myselfBut hell be there, just incaseI think I can,I think I can,I think I canAs I get closer to the topHe asks if I need any more helpI said ,No,I can do it on my ownWith that I sing out,I KNOW I CANI KNOW I CANI KNOW I CAN!And pull myself out of the holeBut the good friend is goneAll he left was a note, it saidI knew you could