feeling the ball
his palm grasp
the knowledge
of spin
specks of decision
fell like a steady rain
eyeing his catcher
they spoke a
silent language
his youthful heart
jumped a pattern
of nervous beats
before imparting
a restful note
readying his stance
his two fingers played
the part so familar
focused with determination
the curve ball breezed
past the determined batter
with a strike
SundayScribblings No 113 topic: curves; photo: baseball cards, photobucket; more info on doc aka dwight gooden and doc today
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Well done, great metaphor too!
I felt I was there. And coming from the UK, I’ve never even played!
Oh yeah… reminds of my Texas days going to watch the Astros in the Astrodome… I really like your choice of words – they’re perfect for your subject.
very original and engaging – nice post!!!
Now, there’s a curve worth remembering.
Wow… Captured that experience perfectly.