His helmet flew off as he careened past second base,
Cleats kicking up turf.
The speedster would have tripled anyway,
Even without such hustle.
But he was no longer confined to a bleak little Double-A burgh.
Unbridled, he was going to run the bases wild and free.
He had a big-league shot and would give it a big-league effort.
He was never going back.
The top prospect straightened up on third base as the crowd roared.
No, he was never going back.