The Love Of The Game

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the Author.

It's Friday night,
I've got a game.
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team.

My uniform's on.
It's only 4 o'clock.
Mom says we leave
5:30 on the dot.

Tonight's our first game.
I'm fast in my new cleats.
My glove's broken-in
'cause I've slept on it for weeks.

I'm still a little nervous
but not about playing.
I'm wondering which girls are there
and what I'm going to be saying.

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