billy w. at the bat__________-a poem

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BILLY AT THE BAT<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:date Month="3" Day="17" Year="2000">3/17/00</st1:date><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>

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It looked extremely rocky for the Sudsville 9 that day<o:p></o:p>

No one was keeping score nor cared what inning was in play<o:p></o:p>

So, when Johnnie Walker fell flat on his face at second base<o:p></o:p>

And Jack Daniels did the same <o:p></o:p>

A thunderous cheer echoed and a Bud was raised by the patrons of the game<o:p></o:p>

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Soon another rummy came to bat, the fans, in silence, sat<o:p></o:p>

STRIKE ONE! STRIKE TWO! STRIKE THREE!!!<o:p></o:p>

YOU’RE OUT!!!<o:p></o:p>

Head down, the batter walked away as the fans all yelled<o:p></o:p>

“I’LL DRINK TO THAT�<o:p></o:p>

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Ernie Gallo was up next, he made it to base three<o:p></o:p>

Then Julio, his brother, hit a high fly to the left fielder,<o:p></o:p>

who was downing burgundy<o:p></o:p>

But Ernie passed out halfway to home base<o:p></o:p>

Julio stumbled, to first, the wrong way<o:p></o:p>

As the Sudsville 9 sat hopeless in the dugout<o:p></o:p>

The coach, Sam Adams, yelled out<o:p></o:p>

“WE NEED SOMEONE WHO ISN’T DEAD DRUNK<o:p></o:p>

THIS GAME TO PLAY�<o:p></o:p>

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The fans were silent, with blurry eyes they looked around<o:p></o:p>

Was there anyone in the stand without a Miller in their hand<o:p></o:p>

To down<o:p></o:p>

Suddenly two stood up with their heads held high<o:p></o:p>

Walked quietly,<o:p></o:p>

confidently, up to the coach with determination<o:p></o:p>

And a bit of procrastination<o:p></o:p>

“TO WIN THIS GAME, WE�LL LIKE TO GIVE IT A TRY<o:p></o:p>





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Dr. Bob handed Bill W. the bat, with a cool calculating stare<o:p></o:p>

Bill gripped it mightily, looked Dr. Bob in the eye assuredly<o:p></o:p>

And said<o:p></o:p>

“BOB, WITH YOUR HELP, <o:p></o:p>

I’M KNOCKING JOHN BARLEYCORN<o:p></o:p>

OUT OF HERE�<o:p></o:p>

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“BALONY� came the cry from the tipsy crowd as the Sudsville 9 looked on in despair<o:p></o:p>

“No one can hit the ball without a drink� the fans all ranted<o:p></o:p>

and raved as they grabbed another beer<o:p></o:p>

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Strike one; strike two came quickly as the umpire had a schnapps<o:p></o:p>

Dr. Bob looked and wondered if Billy had met his match<o:p></o:p>

Then the pitcher let the ball snap from his hand<o:p></o:p>

Sending it to the plate, whistling thru the air at 90<o:p></o:p>

miles per hour<o:p></o:p>

Bill W. clenched his teeth and swung<o:p></o:p>

The bat cracked as he hit the ball, sending it out of the <o:p></o:p>

park, with all his power<o:p></o:p>

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Oh, somewhere not far away for another fan another hangover is brewing<o:p></o:p>

Somewhere another band is playing off-key<o:p></o:p>

As another team is losing<o:p></o:p>

And somewhere someone is raising a beer to his lips as he looks <o:p></o:p>

at the drunk next to him and says, “That’s not me�<o:p></o:p>

But there’s an abundance of joy in Sudsville<o:p></o:p>

Bill W. and Dr. Bob saved the day<o:p></o:p>

For the homerun that they hit<o:p></o:p>

Was the homerun that started AA<o:p></o:p>