“What Dad doesn’t remember his kid’s first flawed little-league homerun. No world series finish was ever so epic and few sports moments before or after so special!”

At the top of the fifth,
  With the score tied at ten, 
The bases were loaded,
  But no runs yet in.
Two men were out,
  And the next batter due
Was the littlest boy
  On the young ballteam's crew.

The fans became quiet
  As the hitter stepped up, 
And the coach yelled support
  When the kid took a cut.
"Good swing there, Stick",
 (But his voice sounded hollow).
When the count went 3-2,
  The coach couldn't swallow.

The next pitch to catcher
  Did not make the mitt,
But was batted past shortstop
  To left, for a hit.
Two runners scored
  As the ball was recovered.
A bad throw to home
  Then led to another.

The hitter had gone 
  To third base by then, 
And a late throw from catcher
  Allowed him to come in.
The three foot ten hero
  Was mobbed by his team,
As the coach, from a distance,
  Enjoyed the whole scene.

When the crowd had dispersed,
  And the noise finally died,
The coach found his way
  To the young hitter's side.
Offering his hand,
  The coach said, "Not bad."
And flashing a smile,
  The boy said, "Thanks... Dad."