High, Inside Fastball
has the awkward rhythm of a foreign tongue.
It's technically correct, but takes too long
to say. If that's what's on your mind
you'll never get out of the box in time.
You need the swift vernacular:
Beanball, chin music, wake-up call.
Leave the play-by-play to the man in the booth.
Hit the dirt. Hug your shoes.
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