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Courtesy Runner
By The Pecan Park Eagle
It’s very hard to steal a base,
The pitcher’s always on your case,
To stay upon the bag – from which you lead.
He sideways takes a look, so still,
It let’s you know, if looks could kill,
That you may have to die – to fill his need.
And if you take a few steps more,
He puts you on the infield floor,
Scrambling to go back – with all due speed.
What’s with this guy, this ace lame brain?
Who’s booked you on the “stay put” train?
Why does he play all out – in awesome greed?
His club is up by eight to none,
We’re in the ninth – with two outs done,
I need this job – with four kids home to feed.
An act of simple courtesy,
Would be for him – to look and see,
A free run at this point – I could embrace.
But then again – it might backfire,
‘Cause if Ace tried – to save my hire,
Was this a time for “stealing” any base?
My manager would jump and shout,
The fans would yell – “throw this bum out,”
My wife might even hit me with a vase!
The club would quickly outright me,
Before I had a chance to plea,
My ever-sorry – sad and stupid case!
You just don’t run on two outs, see,
Trailing by eternity,
You do? – You get cut fast – in dire disgrace!
No thanks, Ace ! – I’ll pass on the courtesy run!
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Bill McCurdy
Publisher, Editor, Writer
The Pecan Park Eagle
Houston, Texas
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