Baseball: A Player's Inner Dialogue

standing tall;
eyes locked on the target.
sweat beading at the brow.
what do i do?

swing? what if i miss?
wait? what if it's over?
should i take the chance?

no time to think:
let my instincts take over
and guide me.
no worries.

here it comes...
...
CRACK!
there it goes.
the crowd shuffles and yells.

that's game.