I Am the Game When spring hits the season starts Bats, balls, bases, and sunflower seeds The days are long, but the games feel short Walking onto the field dressed in navy and orange Up at the plate I am the batter One pitcher, One batter, we both stare Crowd chanting, chaos, I don 't even care I am the batter, I am the game I see the pitcher take a breath He launches the ball towards me Swing, slam, screams Then I take my victory lap I round the bases my head held high Touching home plate High fives all around Taking off my helmet thinking I am the game