Batter up.
It’s your turn.
Time to step up to the plate
Heart racing
Adrenaline flowing
Here’s your chance.

All the hours of practice
It all comes up to now.
Every moment,
Every movement matters.
Wish I had taken that extra practice swing.
Should have hit a few more pitches.

Stay focused.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Don’t forget what you learned.
Swing straight.
Go for it if its good.
You know what you want,
And you know what needs to be done.

There’s no room for fear.
No time to be scared.
This is it
Don’t screw up
Everyone’s counting on you.

The time is now.
One pitch
One opportunity
to turn it all around.
But so much has to be perfect,
For it to turn out in the end.
The right speed,
Timing,
Contact,
The right swing.
Everything.

Your always told that if you're gunna go down,
You better go down swinging.
I guess this is not the moment to give up.

Here we go
Deep breath
Ready?
It doesn’t matter
Ready or not
Here it comes.

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