He paused.

Looked into the sky expectantly,
And sure enough there was nothing to see,
His arms were shaken, his knees were weak,
But he knew he was on a winning streak.

He threw the bat down and started to run,
Squinting his eyes to escape the rays of the sun,
He checked the opposition and they frowned,
As he rapidly approached the home base mound.

The crowd went wild fighting for the ball,
As I heard the commentator's call,
Behind Vladdy Guerrero I saw the crowds cheer,
Then I heard the words "It's outta here".