I get up to the plate, I do my routine, tap the bat on the base 3 times slowly.

I look up at the pitcher

I take a good look at her and try to stare her down.

I take a practice swing. The bat then goes behind my head.

I get the zone.

Just me, the bat, and the ball.

I look for a sweet spot in the field.

I swing.... "STRIKE ONE"

I say to myself "it was just one pitch two more, come on."

I go back to the box and do my routine, tap the bat on the base three times slowly.

I look at the pitcher to stare her down,

All I want is for the bat to kiss the ball.

The ball does a dance in the air and lands right in the glove.

"STRIKE TWO"

I take a deep breath as if it were my last.

I feel sweat dripping down my head into my watering mouth.

I look at the pitcher.

I give her the evil eye.

I am determined for the ball to just hug the bat.

I put dirt on my hands to make a better grip,

She pitches.

The ball is going low,

Perfect for me to hit.

"This is going" I thought to myself I heard no "smooch" to the bat from the ball.

MISSION FAILED.